The Death Bed
Thomas Hood · 1826
Public domain
From The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave. Thomas Hood. The text is free of copyright in the United States. This copy is the poem, without the Project Gutenberg header.
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.