The poet, Emily Dickinson. This photo is from http://poetryfoundation.org/harriet/emily-dickinson.gif

Because I Could Not Stop for Death

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 labour, 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 ’tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.
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