I would not stop for death-
Spurred my footsteps on—
His carriage lingered at the gate—
But I had long since gone—
The daisies whispered at my heels—
The wind implored me stay—
Yet Time unbuttoned from my grasp—
And swept the road away—
I met the dawn with breathless haste—
Too swift to turn—too late—
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem