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 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 'its centuries, and yet
　　Feels shorter than the day
　　I first surmised the Horses' Heads
　　Were toward Eternity