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 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-- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN HE WOULD HAVE HIS VERSES READ by ROBERT HERRICK PENMAEN POOL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS IMMORTALITY [OR, VERSE] by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR LA MORT D'ARTHUR by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN RETURN OF THE NATIVE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN VANITAS VANITATUM, OMNIA VANITAS by ANNE BRONTE EPITAPH ON MR. JOHN DEANE, OF NEW COLLEGE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |