Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me

[Bucky]

There's a yellow rose in Texas,
that I am going to see
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

She cried so when I left her,
The stillness round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm.

You may talk about your Clementine,
and sing of Rosalee,
And then the windows failed, and then
I could not see to see.



old, but still wicked