Because could not stop Death --
He kindly stopped for me--
The Carriage held but just ourselves--
And Immortality.

We slowly drove--He knew no haste
And I has 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 Glazing Grain--
We passed the Setting Sun--

Or rather--He passes 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 C enturies--and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horse' Heads
Were towards Eternity--

	Creado por katie.browell hace más de 12 años

Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death -- (712)