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 rather – He passed Us – The Dews drew quivering and chill – For only Gossamer, my Gown – My Tippet – only Tulle – We passed 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.