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===Emily Dickinson was one of the most died in own house house resembles her own grave. ironic. she's okay with death see's it as shes going on a date with someone children resemble content and acceptence she is riding with death and immortality. immortality is just like a passenger and has no significance===

Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality.
 * Her perception of death is not as frightening as most people percieve it. It is look as more of a date to her.**

We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility.
 * In respect for death he slowly and respectfully prepares herself for it.**

We passed the school, where children strove At recess, in the ring;
 * The image of the children playing at school brings back the memories of her own childhood.**

We passed the fields of gazing grain,
 * The fields of grazing grain are described as her midlife, which was very isolated and innocent. The fields seem to be a symbol of hope and a place where she feels comfortable.**

We passed the setting sun. Or rather, he passed us;
 * The sun setting paints a picture of ones life ending as the sun goes down.**

The dews drew quivering and chill, For only gossamer my gown, My tippet only tulle.
 * Emily is wearing her wedding dress as she is on her way to a funeral. She views death as the opening of a door of new possibilities.**

We paused before house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound.
 * Emily is very comfortable with her house and by describing it as her own grave shows she is very comfortable with dying.**

Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity.
 * Ever since she died, the years seems to become shorter, almost to where it seems like a day to her.**

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Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality.
 * __//Because I Could Not Stop//__**

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, be passed us; The dews grew quivering and chill, For only gossamer my gown, My tippet only tulle.

We paused before house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity.