Because I Could Not Stop For Death
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—