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Because l could not stop for Death
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He kindly stopped for me;
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The carriage held but Just ourselves
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And Immortality
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We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
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5
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And I had put away
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My labor, and my leisure too
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For his civility,
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We passed the school, when children strove
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At recess, in the ring;
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10
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We passed the fields of gazing grain,
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We passed the setting sun.
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Or rather he passed us
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The dews drew quivering and chill,
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For only gossamer my gown
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15
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My tippet only tulle.
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We paused before a house that seemed
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A swelling of the ground!
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The roof was s scarcely visible,
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The cornice in the ground.
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20
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Since then 'tis centuries and yet
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Feels shorter. The day
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I first surmised the horses' death
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were toward eternity.
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