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 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 -