Because I could not stop for Death-- <br />He kindly stopped for me-- <br />The Carriage held but just Ourselves-- <br />And Immortality. <br /> <br />We slowly drove--He knew no haste <br />And I had put away <br />My labor and my leisure too, <br />For His Civility-- <br /> <br />We passed the School, where Children strove <br />At Recess--in the Ring-- <br />We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain-- <br />We passed the Setting Sun-- <br /> <br />Or rather--He passed us-- <br />The Dews drew quivering and chill-- <br />For only Gossamer, my Gown-- <br />My Tippet--only Tulle-- <br /> <br />We paused before a House that seemed <br />A Swelling of the Ground-- <br />The Roof was scarcely visible-- <br />The Cornice--in the Ground-- <br /> <br />Since then--'tis Centuries--and yet <br />Feels shorter than the Day <br />I first surmised the Horses' Heads <br />Were toward Eternity--<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/because-i-could-not-stop-for-death-712/
