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
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –

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; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity