The Death Bed
Thomas Hood
1799 to 1845
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We watch'd her breathing through the night,
Her breathing and low,
As in her breast the wave of
Kept heaving to and fro.
So silently we seem'd speak,
So slowly moved about,
As we had lent half our powers
To eke her living out.
Our hopes belied our fears,
Our fears our hopes belied—
thought her dying when she slept,
And sleeping when died.
For when the morn came dim and sad,
chill with early showers,
Her quiet eyelids closed—she had
morn than ours.