Becаuse I cоuld nоt stоp for Deаth (479) Emily Dickinson 1830 – 1886 Becаuse 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 hasteAnd I had put awayMy labor and my leisure too,For His Civility— We passed the School, where Children stroveAt 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 seemedA Swelling of the Ground—The Roof was scarcely visible—The Cornice—in the Ground— Since then—’tis Centuries—and yetFeels shorter than the DayI first surmised the Horses’ HeadsWere toward Eternity—