• 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 sweeter chink

    Unto a Miser's Ear —

  • 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
    ...