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 played, Their lessons scarcely done;We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. We paused before a house that seemed swelling of the ground;The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound. Since then 'tis centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day first surmised the horses' headwear toward eternity.