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    Emily Dickinson - Because I Could Not Stop For Death


    by poetictouch

    Juliet Stevenson reads Emily Dickinson's Because I Could Not Stop For Death

    Because I Could Not Stop For Death
    by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

    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 labour 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 —