因为我不能够停下等死—
他为我停下友善和气—
四轮马车只载着我俩—
和不死。

我们慢慢驱车—他知道不急
而我也挥去了
我的工作和安逸，
缘他彬彬有礼—

我们经过学校，值课间休息
孩子们围成圆环—打逗游戏—
我们经过农田凝望五谷
我们经过落日—

确切地说—是他经过了我们—
那露水引来了冷颤寒气—
因我的女礼服—仅为纤细的薄纱织物
我的披肩—不过是绢网而已

我们暂停于一幢建筑物前
它看上去好似一片地面隆起—
那屋顶几乎看不见—
宛如飞檐装饰着大地—

自那以后—若干个世纪—
可还是感觉比那天短，
我的一次猜测到那马头
是朝向永恒之地—

Because I could not stop for Death

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—

---By Emily Dickinson