Because I could not stop for Death--

He kindly stopped for me;

The carriage held but just ourselves--

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And Immortality.

We slowly drove--he knew no haste

And I had put away 

My labor, and my leisure too, 

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For his Civility--

We passed the School where Children strove 

At Recess--in the Ring--

We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain--

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We passed the Setting Sun--

Or rather--He passed Us-- 

The Dews drew quivering and chill--

For only Gossamer, my Gown--

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My Tippet--only Tulle--

We paused before a House that seemed 

A Swelling of the Ground--

The Roof was scarcely visible--

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The Cornice--in the Ground--

Since then--'tis Centuries--and yet 

Feels shorter than the Day 

I first surmised the Horses' Heads 

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Were toward Eternity--