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.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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