Because I Could Not Stop for Death 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 At Recess—in the Ring— 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— One can infer from the tone of the poem that the speaker