1100 <br /> <br />The last Night that She lived <br />It was a Common Night <br />Except the Dying—this to Us <br />Made Nature different <br /> <br />We noticed smallest things— <br />Things overlooked before <br />By this great light upon our Minds <br />Italicized—as 'twere. <br /> <br />As We went out and in <br />Between Her final Room <br />And Rooms where Those to be alive <br />Tomorrow were, a Blame <br /> <br />That Others could exist <br />While She must finish quite <br />A Jealousy for Her arose <br />So nearly infinite— <br /> <br />We waited while She passed— <br />It was a narrow time— <br />Too jostled were Our Souls to speak <br />At length the notice came. <br /> <br />She mentioned, and forgot— <br />Then lightly as a Reed <br />Bent to the Water, struggled scarce— <br />Consented, and was dead— <br /> <br />And We—We placed the Hair— <br />And drew the Head erect— <br />And then an awful leisure was <br />Belief to regulate—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-last-night-that-she-lived/
