Because I could not stop for death
He was parking pick me
The carriage was just the two of us
And eternal life with seat
We slowly, he knew that without the need for rapid
I also put aside work
And leisure, to return
His manners
We passed the school, coincides with the recess
The children are noisy, on the playground
We passed the fields of gazing grain
We passed the setting sun
Maybe you should say, he passed us by
Dew and cold makes me quiver
Because my clothes, just sheer
And my cape, only tulle
We stopped at a house, the house
As a swelling of the ground
The roof, barely visible
Eaves, below the surface of the ground
Since then, several centuries
Seems to short the time of day
That day, I first guess
The horse, towards the eternal