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 ’twere.
As We went out and in
Between Her final Room
And Rooms where Those to be alive
Tomorrow were, a Blame
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, struggled scarce —
Consented, and was dead —
And We — We placed the Hair —
And drew the Head erect —
And then an awful leisure was
Belief to regulate —
(Emily Dickinson)
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