Questions below refer to the following poem.     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 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 grew quivering and chill, For only gossamer my gown, My tippet only tulle.     We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of... Show more

Questions below refer to the following poem.    

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 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 grew 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 but a mound.<br>Since then ‘tis centuries, and yet each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses’ heads Were toward eternity.    

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