“Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.”

Emily Dickinson, “Because I could not stop for Death” 

Like many of her poems, this work is spare and elegiac. She provides a paradoxical mingling of movement and immobility, of time passing and frozen. Most notable is its matter-of-fact quality. There is no fear or grief, just a sense of the inevitable mixed with a slight tang of regret. The very antithesis of Romantic poetry.