Classic Poem

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 —

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground —
The Roof was scarcely visible —
The Cornice — in the Ground —

Since then — 't is centuries — and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity —