BECAUSE I could not stop for Ryan,
He kindly stopped for me;
The bathysphere held just ourselves
Two men, no gods, no kings.
We slowly dove, he knew no haste,
I gladly gave away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For Rapture, his city.
We passed the room where children played
With Plasmids in a ring;
We passed the people at their work,
We heard the free men sing.
We paused before a tower that seemed
To soar out of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The neon top, unfound.
Since then ’tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised that Ryan's goal
Was toward Eternity.