Because I Could Not Stop for Death
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
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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,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 't is centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
About this text
- Poet
- Emily Dickinson, 1830–1886
- Printing used
- Poems (1890), as “The Chariot”
- First published
- 1890
- Public domain
- This printing 1890, before 1931
- Often chosen
- for mom, for grandma, for a woman