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

To be continued

Lyrical poem by Emily Dickinson first published in 1890