"Because I could not stop for Death" By Emily dickinson

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

In the beginning of this poem, Emily Dickinsonis writing about the start of her journey with death.

We slowly drove -- He knew no haste -- And I had put away -- My labor and my leisure too, For his Civility --

They drove slowly.

We passed the School, where Children strove -- At Recess -- in the Ring -- We passedthe Fields of Gazing Grain -- We passed the Setting Sun --

They drove past a school.

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 --

They came to a horse, and looked around.

Since then -- 'tis Centuries -- and yet -- Feels shorter than the Day -- I first surmised the Horses' Heads -- Were toward Eternity --

And then they went on for eternity.


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