Because I could not stop for Death by Emily Dickinson
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.
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