686They say that «Time assuages» —Time never did assuage —An actual suffering strengthensAs Sinews do, with age —Time is a Test of Trouble,But not a Remedy —If such it prove, it prove tooThere was no Malady —* * *712Because 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 hasteAnd I had put awayMy labor, and my leisure too,For His Civility —We passed the School where Children stroveAt 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 paused before a House that seemedA Swelling of the Ground —The Roof was scarcely visible —The Cornice — in the Ground —Since then — «t is Centuries-and yetFeels shorter than the DayI first surmised the Horses» HeadsWere toward Eternity —* * *875I stepped from Plank to PlankA slow and cautious wayThe Stars about my Head I feltAbout my Feet the Sea.I knew not but the nextWould be my final inch —This gave me that precarious GaitSome call Experience.* * *887We outgrow love like other thingsAnd put it in the Drawer —Till it an Antique fashion shows —Like Costumes Grandsires wore.* * *919If I can stop one Heart from breakingI shall not live in vainIf I can ease one Life the Aching,Or cool one Pain,Or help one fainting RobinUnto his Nest again,
