Because I Could Not Stop For Death

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-

 

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-

 

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-

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