Because I Could Not Stop for Death

Because I could not stop for death—Emily ****inson

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

At recessing—in a 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 — but a mound.

Since then — 'tis centuries ,

And yet,feels shorter than the day.

I first surmised the horses' heads—

Were toward eternity.