Because I could not stop for Death,
\nHe kindly stopped for me;
\nThe carriage held but just ourselves
\nAnd Immortality.<\/p>\n
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
\nAnd I had put away
\nMy labor, and my leisure too,
\nFor his civility.<\/p>\n
We passed the school where children played,
\nTheir lessons scarcely done;
\nWe passed the fields of gazing grain,
\nWe passed the setting sun.<\/p>\n
We paused before a house that seemed
\nA swelling of the ground;
\nThe roof was scarcely visible,
\nThe cornice but a mound.<\/p>\n
Since then ‘t is centuries; but each
\nFeels shorter than the day
\nI first surmised the horses’ heads
\nWere toward eternity.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"