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-- |