| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XVI. Crossed Hands and Closed Eyes
The Death-bed | | By Thomas Hood (1799–1845) |
| | | 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! | |
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| So silently we seemed to speak— | 5 |
| So slowly moved about! | |
| As we had lent her half our powers | |
| To eke her living out! | |
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| Our very hopes belied our fears, | |
| Our fears our hopes belied— | 10 |
| We thought her dying when she slept, | |
| And sleeping when she died! | |
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| For when the morn came dim and sad— | |
| And chill with early showers, | |
| Her quiet eyelids closed—she had | 15 |
| Another morn than ours! | | | | |
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