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Poem by Thomas Hood

The Death Bed

WE watch'd her breathing thro' the night,	 
  Her breathing soft and low,	 
As in her breast the wave of life	 
  Kept heaving to and fro.	 
So silently we seem'd to speak,	         
  So slowly moved about,
As we had lent her half our powers
  To eke her living out.	 
Our very hopes belied our fears,	 
  Our fears our hopes belied
We thought her dying when she slept,	 
  And sleeping when she died.	 
For when the morn came dim and sad,
  And chill with early showers,
Her quiet eyelids closedshe had
  Another morn than ours.

Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood's other poems:
  1. Written in Keats' Endymion
  2. The Two Peacocks of Bedfont
  3. Ode on a Distant Prospect of Clapham Academy
  4. Song (The stars are with the voyager)
  5. The Departure of Summer

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