Monday, July 26, 2010

The Death Bed

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 shower,
Her quiet eyelids closed―she had
Another morn than ours.
-Thomas Hood-

-Edvard Munch. The Death Bed. 1895-