It Was A Quiet Way

It was a quiet way—

He asked if I was his—

I made no answer of the Tongue

But answer of the Eyes—

And then He bore me on

Before this mortal noise

With swiftness, as of Chariots

And distance, as of Wheels.

This World did drop away

As Acres from the feet

Of one that leaneth from Balloon

Upon an Ether stree.

The Gult behind was not,

The Continents were new—

Eternity it was before

Eternity was due.

No Seasons were to us—

It was not Night nor Morn—

But Sunrise stopped upon the place

And fastened it in Dawn.

--Emily Dickinson