Because I Stopped For Death

When death did pass

By me I swear

I saw my reflection

Sitting there

Then death, or I, did

Speak to me

That I should come

Aboard with thee

I climbed the carriage.

Yes, its true,

Because I knew not

What to do.

I smiled gently and

Laughed a bit

For death, I thought,

Would be less quick.

The carriage stopped

Again, you see.

I turned to look

At Death or me.

But when I looked,

I saw instead

My life, my past

Before the dread.

I saw the things

I loved the most.

I looked, through tears,

For Death, my host.

I could not find

Death anywhere.

All I could do

Was sit and stare.

I watched with

memories of delight.

And regretted much

My hasty flight.

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