Because I Could Not Stop For Death - Natalie Merchant, Susan McKeown & The Chanting House

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 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