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The last night that she lived, / It was a common night, / Except the dying; this to us / Made nature different.
We noticed smallest things, -- / Things overlooked before, / By this great light upon our minds / Italicized, as 't were.
That others could exist / While she must finish quite, / A jealousy for her arose / So nearly infinite.
We waited while she passed; / It was a narrow time, / Too jostled were our souls to speak, / At length the notice came.
She mentioned, and forgot; / Then lightly as a reed / Bent to the water, shivered scarce, / Consented, and was dead.
And we, we placed the hair, / And drew the head erect; / And then an awful leisure was, / Our faith to regulate.