Because 'twas Riches I could own,

Myself had earned it — Me,

I knew the Dollars by their names —

It feels like Poverty


An Earldom out of sight to hold,

An Income in the Air,

Possession — has a...

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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,...

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