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 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

  - Emily Dickinson