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 labour, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school where children played, Their lessons scarcely done; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound. Since then 'tis centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity.

God's little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you.

Love can do all but raise the Dead I doubt if even that From such a giant were withheld Were flesh equivalent But love is tired and must sleep, And hungry and must graze And so abets the shining Fleet Till it is out of gaze.

The brain is wider than the sky, For, put them side by side, The one the other will include With ease, and you beside.

Nothing is the force that renovates the World.

Friends are nations in themselves.

Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.