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The last night that she lived

by Emily Dickinson

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Drawing the boundary…

Iseult of Ireland

by Nora Hopper Chesson

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Drawing the boundary…

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The last night that she lived

by 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 '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.

Iseult of Ireland

by Nora Hopper Chesson

"Iseult" and "Iseult," 
"Iseult" all day, 
Yammer and cry the gulls that fly 
Tintagel way. 

Tristram and Iseult — 
Ivy and rose, 
Twist there and make for old sake's sake 
The knot Love knows. 

Ivy o'er Iseult 
Clambers and clings: 
The wind that blows Tristram's rose 
Folds there his wings. 

Larks over Iseult 
Sweet service say, 
And lovers' feet are fain to meet 
Tintagel way. 

High over Iseult's, 
Though his grave be, 
There lies a doom on Arthur's tomb 
That none may see. 

"Tristram and Iseult" 
Love sets to rhyme: 
Shall they not rise pure in Love's eyes 
In his good time? 

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