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 Jealousy¹ 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 ——