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title: "Because I could not stop for death"
date: 2018-04-17
tags: ["Emily Dickinson"]
categories: ["Death"]
draft: false
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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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