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