Toggle Dropdown Serif Sans-serif Monospaced Dyslexic Bold Italic Font size: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 Mark as read [object Object] Only page of title 86 4 Easy Time is so long when a man is dead! Some one sews; and the room is made Very clean; and the light is shed Soft through the window-shade. Yesterday I thought: "I know Just how the bells will sound, and how The friends will talk, and the sermon go, And the hearse-horse bow and bow!" This is to-day; and I have no thing To think of -- nothing whatever to do But to hear the throb of the pulse of a wing That wants to fly back to you. End of title Sign in to unlock this title Sign in to continue reading, it's free! As an unregistered user you can only read a little bit. Links External resources bookshop Wikipedia Project Gutenberg Goodreads Google Books
Yesterday I thought: "I know Just how the bells will sound, and how The friends will talk, and the sermon go, And the hearse-horse bow and bow!"
This is to-day; and I have no thing To think of -- nothing whatever to do But to hear the throb of the pulse of a wing That wants to fly back to you.
