Because I could not stop ...

　　 -Emily Dickinson
　　
　　Because I could not stop for death
　　He kindly stop for me
　　The carriage held but just ourselves
　　And immortality
　　
　　We slowly drove, he know no haste
　　And I had put away
　　My labour, and my leisure too
　　For his civility
　　
　　We passed the school where children played
　　At wersthing in a ring
　　We passed the setting sun
　　
　　We paused before a house that seemed
　　A swelling of the ground
　　The roof was scarching visible
　　The cornice but a mound
　　Science then it is centuries, but each feels shorter than the day
　　I first surmised the horses’ heads
　　Were toward enternioy