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

—-Emily Dickinson

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