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 played,

At Recess -- in the Ring--

We passed the fields of Grazing Grain--

We passed the setting sun.

Or rather -- He passes 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--

---- I had this poem in my school 8th grade. I still could not forget how much I cherished by my teacher’s explanation to such an adorable poem.The inevitability of death in lovely lines. Personified Death as a carrigae and a ride to the neighourhood heading to afterlife. I wish everyone has a recall of past memories or a similar ride to afterlife.