Because I could not stop for God –                                     He gently stopped for me –                                                  The Chariot had but just Ourselves –                            

He Saved me lovingly.

He slowly drove – Lord knew no haste                           

And I had put

away                                                                   

My sinning and my leisure too,                          

For His Humility –

We passed the School, where once I learned                           And Homestead – my sweet House –
We passed the Fields of Rolling Green–
We passed the Setting Sun –                                            

Or rather – He passed Us –
The World swam, liquified and light –
For only Diaphanous, My frock –
My Tabard – only Tussah –

We paused before the Church that seemed
A Steeple of the Ground –
The Cross atop filled me with Joy –
The Zenith – in the Sky –

Since then – ‘tis Hours – and yet
Feels Longer than the Year
I first deduced the Good Lord’s Plan
Lead toward Eternity –