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The last Night that She lived

It was a Common Night

Except the Dying — this to Us

Made Nature different

We noticed smallest things —

Things overlooked before

By this great light upon our Minds

Italicized — as ‘twere.

As We went out and in

Between Her final Room

And Rooms where Those to be alive

Tomorrow were, a Blame

That Others could exist

While She must finish quite

A Jealousy for Her arose

So nearly infinite —

We waited while She passed —

It was a narrow time —

Too jostled were Our Souls to speak

At length the notice came.

She mentioned, and forgot —

Then lightly as a Reed

Bent to the Water, struggled scarce —

Consented, and was dead —

And We – We placed the Hair —

And drew the Head erect —

And then an awful leisure was