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 – | |