Poetry from Frost and other great Poets

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 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-

Emily Dickinson