Because I could not stop for Death

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 played, Their lessons scarcely done; 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 but a mound

Since then 'tis centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity