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 passed 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.