Creado por katie.browell
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Because could not stop Death --He kindly stopped for me--The Carriage held but just ourselves--And Immortality.We slowly drove--He knew no hasteAnd I has put awayMy labour and my leisure too,For His Civility --We passed the School where Children strove At Recess--in the Ring--We passed the fields of Glazing Grain--We passed the Setting Sun--Or rather--He passes us--The Dews drew quivering and chill--For only Gossamer, my gown--My Tippet--only Tulle--We paused before a House that seemedA Swelling of the Ground--The Roof was scarcely visible--The Cornice--in the Ground--Since then--'tis C enturies--and yetFeels shorter than the DayI first surmised the Horse' HeadsWere towards Eternity--
Death, Immortality
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Death personified as a gentleman caller stopping the take the speaker for a carriage ride
Being the 19th Century there must be a chaperone, immortality
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Death is charming and courteous
Passing through life, life flashing before her eyes
Light, border between life and death
Cold as a corpse
Death conducts her to an open grave, like a groom conducting a bride to a new home
Past tense, she is speaking from EternityThere is certainty of an afterlife
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