Grew Quivering
Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.
These lines are also from the same poem, "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson. Here, the speaker continues to describe her carriage ride with Death, but the perspective shifts to the experience of the speaker as they pass through a field.