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 labor, 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 - 't is Centuries-and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity -