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"Because I could not stop for Death..."

		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 played
	At wrestling in a ring;
	We passed the fields of gazing grain,
	We passed 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.