Scary Poems

Because I could not stop for Death

by Emily Dickinson

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  
 
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 seemed
A Swelling of the Ground  
The Roof was scarcely visible  
The Cornice  in the Ground  
 
Since then  'tis Centuries  and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity  

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