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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 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.
Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew 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 but a mound.
Since then 'tis
centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first
surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
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