Menu principale:
He kindly stopped for me -
The Carriage held but just Ourselves -
And Immortality.
We slowly drove -
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility -
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess -
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain -
We passed the Setting Sun -
Or rather -
The Dews drew quivering and Chill -
For only Gossamer, my Gown -
My Tippet -
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground -
The Roof was scarcely visible -
The Cornice -
Since then -
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity -