Because I could not stop for death-
- Emily Elizabeth Dickinson  
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 passe 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-  
Wince then-'tis Centuries-and yet  
Feels shorter than the Day  
I first surmised the Horses'heads  
Were toward Eternity-  
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (1830-1886)