Because I could not stop for death

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 grazing grain, we passed the setting sun.

Or rather, he passed us --- the dews quivering and chill....
We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground - the roof was scarcely visible---
The cornice---in the ground...
Since that pause, it has been centuries, and yet it feels shorter than a day...

Like the Horses' Head of eternity...