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Poem: Our journey had advanced

Our journey had advanced.
Our feet were almost come
To that odd fork in Being's road,
"Eternity" by term.

Our pace took sudden awe.
Our feet reluctant led.
Before were cities, but between
The forest of the dead.

Retreat was out of hope,
Behind, a sealed route,
"Eternity's" white flag before,
And God at every gate.

- Emily Dickinson
Indexing:
I just rediscovered the notebook I collected poetry in all through high school and college. :D