The Single Hound: Poems of a Lifetime by Emily Dickinson, Martha Dickinson Bianchi
’Twas Comfort in Her Dying Room
’TWAS comfort in her dying room To hear the living clock, A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock, Diversion from the dying theme To hear the children play, But wrong, the mere That these could live,– And This of ours must die!