A Poem By Emily Dikinson
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 labour and my leisure too,
For His Civility
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess-in the Ring,
We passed the field 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 scarely visible-
The Corince-in the Ground-
Since then-'tis Centuries-and yet
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the Horses' heads
Were towards Eternity-
by by
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 labour and my leisure too,
For His Civility
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess-in the Ring,
We passed the field 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 scarely visible-
The Corince-in the Ground-
Since then-'tis Centuries-and yet
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the Horses' heads
Were towards Eternity-
by by
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