- Because I could not stop for Death —
- He kindly stopped for me —
- The Carriage held but just Ourselves —
- And Immortality.
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- We slowly drove — He knew no haste
- And I had put away
- My labor and my leisure too,
- For His Civility —
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- We passed the School, where Children strove
- At Recess — in the Ring —
- We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain —
- We passed the Setting Sun —
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- Or rather — He passed Us —
- The Dews drew quivering and chill —
- For only Gossamer, my Gown —
- My Tippet — only Tulle —
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- We paused before a House that seemed
- A Swelling of the Ground —
- The Roof was scarcely visible —
- The Cornice — in the Ground —
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- Since then — 'tis Centuries — and yet
- Feels shorter than the Day
- I first surmised the Horses' Heads
- Were toward Eternity —