LH, his jejeune ennui is so innocuous that it doesn't bear mentioning.

Okay. All together now:

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.
We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –

CHORUS:

She's the sweetest little Emily
Thagt Amherst ever knew
Her poetry's like diamonds
It sparkles like the dew
I know that she remembers
When when she parted first her hair
Straight on down the middle
Not hanging o'er her ear.


We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –
Or rather – He passed us –
The Dews drew quivering and chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –

CH.

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –
Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity –

CH. x 2

(You can also sing this to the theme song to "Gilligan's Island.)