Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselvesAnd Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put awayMy labour, 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 seemedA swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound. Since then 'tis centuries; but eachFeels shorter than the dayI first surmised the horses' headsWere toward eternity.