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Because I Could Not Stop For Death

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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 visibile,

The cornice but a mound.

 

Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each

Feels shorter than the the day

I first surmised the horses' heads

Were towards eternity.

 

Emily Dickinson