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.