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