The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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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 hasteAnd 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 -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 -Since then - 'tis Centuries - and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses' Heads Were toward Eternity -