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Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
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We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
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We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
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Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.
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We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
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Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
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Wonderful.
Awesome! Fits so well.
You're on a roll! This is some serious good art association work; love it.
The pictures didn't load when I first saw this and I thought you were having a really bad day.
Awesome!