In the canon
Because I could not stop for Death
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1863
- Pages
- Pages 1
Too busy to stop for Death, a woman is called on by him instead, and their carriage rolls politely past school, fields and sunset toward a house barely visible in the ground.
Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me;
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