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You requested a trend report on 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 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 Were Toward Eternity — What Is The Central Topic Of The Poem

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