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 showers,
Her queit eyelids closed - she had
Another morn than ours.
More verses by Thomas Hood
- The Dream Fairy
- Ruth
- The Haunted House
- Allegory: A Moral Vehicle
- A Parental Ode To My Son, Aged 3 Years And 5 Months