| Emily Dickinson... |
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Because I could not stop for Death- He kindly stopped for me- The Carriage held but just Ourselves- |
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We slowly drove- He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility- |
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We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess- in the Ring- We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain- We passed the Setting Sun- |
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Or rather- He passed Us- The Dews drew quivering and chill- For only Gossamer, my Gown - My Tippet- only Tulle- |
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We paused before a House that seemed a Swelling of the Ground- The Roof was scarcely visible- The Cornice- in the Ground- |
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Since then- 'tis Centuries- and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses' Heads Were toward Eternity |
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