1 Because I could not stop for Death —
He kindly stopped for me —
The Carriage held but just Ourselves —
And Immortality.
5 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
10 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 —
15 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 —
20 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 —
Source: Exploring Poetry CD-ROM, Gale, 1997.