The Death Bed

Short funeral poem by Thomas Hood, about saying goodbye to a loved one. Ideal for a religious or non-religious funeral service.

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.
But when the morn came dim and sad
And chill with early showers,
Her quiet eyelids closed–she had
Another morn than ours.

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