* * * Becāuse I could not stop for Deāth, He kindly stopped for me - The Cārriāge held but just ourselves Ānd Immortālity. We slowly drove - He knew no hāste Ānd I hād put āwāy My lābour ānd my leizure too, For His Civility We pāssed the School where Children strove Āt Resess - in the Ring - We pāssed the Fields of Gāizing Grāin, We pāssed the Setting Sun - Or rāther - He pāssed us - THe Dews drew quivering ānd chill For only Gossāmer my Gown - My Tippet - only Tulle - We pāused before ā House thāt seāmed Ā Swelling of the Ground - The roof wās scārcely visible - The Cornice - in the Ground. Since then - 'tis Centuries - ānd yet Feels shorter thān the Dāy I first surmised thāt Horses' Heāds Were towārd Eternity - |
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