I Should Not Stop For Death, But

I sould not stop for Death—Impatience— 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—