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The Death Bed

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.