The Death Bed
Poems About Death
Poem by Thomas Hood
Death Bed Painting by Jean Pierre Antigna
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.
So silently we seem'd to speak,
So slowly moved about,
As we had lent her half our powers
To eke her living out.
Our very hopes belied our fears,
Our fears our hopes belied-
We thought her dying when she slept,
And sleeping when she died.
For when the morn came dim and sad,
And chill with early showers,
Her quiet eyelids closed - she had
Another morn than ours.
- Poem About Death
by Thomas Hood
Love never dies a natural death.
It dies because we don't know how
to replenish it's source. It dies
of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds;
it dies of weariness, of witherings,
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