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
at wrestling in a ring

we passed the fields of gazing grain,
we passed the setting sun

we paused before a house that seemed
a swelling in the ground
the roof was scarcely visible,
the cornice but a mound

since then ’tis centuries but each
feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
were toward eternity

because I could not stop for Death,
he kindly stopped for me
the carriage held but just ourselves
and Immortality