Emily Elizabeth Dickinson


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Becāuse I could not stop for Deāth,
He kindly stopped for me -
The Cārriāge held but just ourselves
Ānd Immortālity.

We slowly drove - He knew no hāste
Ānd I hād put āwāy
My lābour ānd my leizure too,
For His Civility

We pāssed the School where Children strove
Āt Resess - in the Ring -
We pāssed the Fields of Gāizing Grāin,
We pāssed the Setting Sun -

Or rāther - He pāssed us -
THe Dews drew quivering ānd chill
For only Gossāmer my Gown -
My Tippet - only Tulle -

We pāused before ā House thāt seāmed
Ā Swelling of the Ground -
The roof wās scārcely visible -
The Cornice - in the Ground.

Since then - 'tis Centuries - ānd yet
Feels shorter thān the Dāy
I first surmised thāt Horses' Heāds
Were towārd Eternity - 






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