Because I could not stop for d**h 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 pa**ed the School where Children played Their lessons scarcely done — We pa**ed the Fields of Gazing Grain — We pa**ed the Setting Sun — 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 — but each Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses' Heads Were toward Eternity