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 played
Their lessons scarcely done
We passed the fields of gazing grain
We passed the setting sun
This version, which is believed to be the edited version (as Dickinson’s small amount of published poetry often was back in the day). 
 Upon comparing this version dubbed: ‘The Chariot’ and the original version of ‘712’ it is easily apparent that ‘712’ has a more macabre tone. 
 This version is said to have been edited to assume a more lighthearted tone; replacing the more brutal active verb ‘strove’ and the allusion to the black death (‘at recess in the ring’) with happier images of children playing.
The Chariot