"Ample-make-this-bed"
Ample make this bed.
Make this bed with awe;
In it wait till judgment break
Excellent and fair.Be its mattress straight,
Be its pillow round;
Let no sunrise' yellow noise
Interrupt this ground.
"because-I-could-not-stop"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.© Emily Dickinson