Becasue I could not stop for Death

-          Death was a gentlemen

-          Gloomy feel of the school

-          Shivering feel, quivering

-          Rhyme in every other line (me, immortality; done, sun; ground, mound)

-          Death seems nice, but yet, eerie

-          Image of death going past

-          Image of setting sun, and everything going dark

-          A barely visible house

-          A black carriage

-          Sounds of horses

-     Death tricked her

-     Death was a gentlemen, but tricked her into death and eternity.

Death was a gentleman who’s patient, who accompanied the speaker. He’s not scary, and people shouldn’t be that afraid of death. He didn’t rush her into anything, only being patient with what is bound to happen, death. Death was civilized, and gave the speaker a rest to her labor and leisure. They went past places, like memories. It’s like the path down memory lane when you know you’re about to pass away. Passing the setting sun, and going into the darkness. Moving away from light and life, and going into the darkness and death. In the fourth stanza, the speaker wasn’t sure she was with death, or that death had passed her. Was this trip just a passing of death, or was it really death accompanying her, because she felt the chill for her clothes were thin. Since then, each day felt shorter, for death is slowly getting to her. The carriage that she’s in, with death and immortality is going towards eternity. Meaning that death isn’t an end to things, it’s just another form of eternity/forever. The carriage is welcoming and taking her towards eternity, knowing that mortality is gone, and going towards death and eternity.

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