The Death Bed
Read 'The Death Bed' by 'Thomas Hood' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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 queit eyelids closed - she had
Another morn than ours.
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