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 grazing 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 scarecly visible
the Cornice-in the ground-
Since then-T'is centuries-and yet
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the Horses Heads
-Were toward eternity-