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 paused 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
This description of the house can be deemed as something deeper than just a house but more of a grave. A house a permanent dwelling space for people when they are living and when they die a grave becomes their permanent dwelling space. The speaker describes the house as a swelling of the ground which parallels to that of a grave when you die you are buried in the ground.
Because I Could Not Stop for Death