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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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79. Noma says
Gud readng jst nt scary enuf
Report this comment78. (*)BÃÃH3LÃR(*) says
It a gud poem bt ai death joe try anada title
Report this comment77. Naughty says
Ds poem is gud keep it up i lv it
Report this comment76. Goddess says
I had dne this poem in high school nd i loved it then,even now. The way she personifies death is jst amazing
Report this comment75. THE+SÃN says
The poem r0ckz nd d0pe
Report this comment74. Thâ¬+vixâ¬n says
wat i luv abwt theze poemz iz dat they al hav tru meaning.wow
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