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Because I Could Not Stop For Death
Because I Could Not Stop For Death
We slowly drove – He knew no haste Death, be not proud, though some have
called thee
And I had put away
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
My labor and my leisure too,
For those whom thou think'st thou dost
For His Civility – overthrow
For only Gossamer, my Gown – And dost with poison, war, and sickness
dwell,
My Tippet – only Tulle –
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as
well
We paused before a House that seemed And better than thy stroke; why swell'st
A Swelling of the Ground – thou then?
The Roof was scarcely visible – One short sleep past, we wake eternally
The Cornice – in the Ground – And death shall be no more; Death, thou
shalt die.