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The Death Bed

a poem by Thomas Hood

 

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.
But when the morn came dim and sad
And chill with early showers,
Her quiet eyelids closed―she had
Another morn than ours.

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