<Dl> <Dd> <Table> <Tr> <Th> Close transcription </Th> <Th> First published version </Th> </Tr> <Tr> <Td> <P> 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 a House that seemed A Swelling of the Ground--The Roof was scarcely visible--The Cornice--in the Ground--Since then --' tis Centuries--and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses' Heads Were toward Eternity--</P> </Td> <Td> <P> THE CHARIOT 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 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 . </P> </Td> </Tr> </Table> </Dd> </Dl> <Dd> <Table> <Tr> <Th> Close transcription </Th> <Th> First published version </Th> </Tr> <Tr> <Td> <P> 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 a House that seemed A Swelling of the Ground--The Roof was scarcely visible--The Cornice--in the Ground--Since then --' tis Centuries--and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses' Heads Were toward Eternity--</P> </Td> <Td> <P> THE CHARIOT 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 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 . </P> </Td> </Tr> </Table> </Dd> <Table> <Tr> <Th> Close transcription </Th> <Th> First published version </Th> </Tr> <Tr> <Td> <P> 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 a House that seemed A Swelling of the Ground--The Roof was scarcely visible--The Cornice--in the Ground--Since then --' tis Centuries--and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses' Heads Were toward Eternity--</P> </Td> <Td> <P> THE CHARIOT 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 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 . </P> </Td> </Tr> </Table> <Tr> <Th> Close transcription </Th> <Th> First published version </Th> </Tr>

Dickinson's because i could not stop for death