The Death Bed
Thomas Hood
1799 to 1845
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Our fears our hopes belied—
Another morn than ours.
So silently we seem'd to speak,
And chill with early showers,
Her quiet eyelids closed—she had
And sleeping when she died.
We watch'd her breathing through the night,
For when the morn came dim and sad,
Our very hopes belied our fears,
Kept heaving to and fro.
As we had lent her half our powers
We thought her dying when she slept,
So slowly moved about,
To eke her living out.
Her breathing soft and low,
As in her breast the wave of life