FTP name this taker of life that kindly stopped for Emily Dickinson.
For His civility, the narrator had put away her labor and leisure too. Guiding the poet pass the school, the fields of grazing grain, the setting sun, and a house that seemed a swelling of the ground with cornice in the ground, He knew no haste, moving through centuries that feel shorter than a day. Driving a carriage that held the poet and immortality, He directed the horses' heads toward eternity. FTP name this taker of life that kindly stopped for Emily Dickinson.
For His civility, the narrator had put away her labor and leisure too.
"Because I could not stop for {Death}"