Our journey had advanced; <br />Our feet were almost come <br />To that odd fork in Being's road, <br />Eternity by term. <br /> <br />Our pace took sudden awe, <br />Our feet reluctant led. <br />Before were cities, but between, <br />The forest of the dead. <br /> <br />Retreat was out of hope,-- <br />Behind, a sealed route, <br />Eternity's white flag before, <br />And God at every gate.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-journey-had-advanced/
