Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
V. Death and BereavementThe Death-Bed
Thomas Hood (17991845)W
Her breathing soft and low,
As in her breast the wave of life
Kept heaving to and fro.
So slowly moved about,
As we had lent her half our powers
To eke her living out.
Our fears our hopes belied—
We thought her dying when she slept,
And sleeping when she died.
And chill with early showers,
Her quiet eyelids closed—she had
Another morn than ours.