Poem of Encapsulation about deleting your account

Because I could not stop for Deletion, 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. We passed the stream where I was borned, Good old MSMG; We passed the fields of gazing memes, We passed the setting sun. We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The fatherlessness was not visible, The grass was all around. Since then 'tis centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity.