Dickinson, Emily - Emily Dickinson (Poem Date 1863?)
EMILY DICKINSON (POEM DATE 1863?)
SOURCE: Dickinson, Emily. "712." In The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, edited by Thomas H. Johnson, p. 350. Boston: Little, Brown and Company, 1960.
Literary scholars have speculated that the following poem by Dickinson was written circa 1863.
712
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...
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