Because I could not stop for Death

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— We passed— We passed— The world slipping by— We passed— We passed— No question of why— The Carriage moves on— Through day into night— We passed— Out of sight— 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— We passed— We passed— No turning behind— We passed— We passed— Out of time— The Carriage moves on— Without any end— We passed— Again— Since then—’tis Centuries—and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses’ Heads Were toward Eternity— We passed— We passed— Through silence and air— We passed— We passed— And still we are there— No end to the road— No edge to the sky— We passed— We passed— We passed— Because I could not stop for Death— He kindly stopped for me— Lyrics: Emily Dickinson (adapted by Cheshirah)