Dickinson Songs: Because I Could Not

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 strove at recess in the ring; we passed the fields of gazing grain, we passed the setting sun or maybe 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 'tis centuries and yet feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads were toward eternity.