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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 drew quivering and chill-- For only Gossamer,1 my Gown-- My Tippet2--only Tulle3-- We paused before a House that seemed A swelling of the Ground-- The Roof was scarcely visible-- The Cornice4--in the Ground-- Since then--'tis Centuries--and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised5 the Horses' Heads Were toward Eternity--
1Thin, Sheer.
2Short cape covering just the shoulders.
3Soft net fabric.
4A horizontal molded projection that crowns or complete a builing or wall.
5guessed.