| Because I could not stop for Death – | |
| He kindly stopped for me – | |
| The Carriage held but just Ourselves – | |
| And Immortality. | |
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| We slowly drove – He knew no haste | |
| And I had put away | |
| My labor and my leisure too, | |
| For His Civility – | |
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| 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 – | |
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| Or rather – He passed Us – | |
| The Dews drew quivering and Chill – | |
| For only Gossamer, my Gown – | |
| My Tippet – only Tulle – | |
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| We paused before a House that seemed | |
| A Swelling of the Ground – | |
| The Roof was scarcely visible – | |
| The Cornice – in the Ground – | 20 |
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| Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet | |
| Feels shorter than the Day | |
| I first surmised the Horses' Heads | |
| Were toward Eternity – | |