Emily Dickinson

　　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 --