Emily, seriously

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 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 Etenity -

Emily Dickinson