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 to put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather – He passed Us –
The Dews drew quivering and Chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –

Since then – ’tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity –

Readings

Because I could not stop for Death read by Charles Dance
Because I could not stop for Death read by Elizabeth McGovern
Because I could not stop for Death read by Juliet Stevenson
Because I could not stop for Death read by Lindsay Duncan
Because I could not stop for Death read by Parth Thakerar
Select reading
Because I could not stop for Death read by Charles Dance
Because I could not stop for Death read by Elizabeth McGovern
Because I could not stop for Death read by Juliet Stevenson
Because I could not stop for Death read by Lindsay Duncan
Because I could not stop for Death read by Parth Thakerar
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