‘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 more
That these could live
And this of ours must die.
I have always loved Emily Dickinson….and I have always loved this poem for its simplicity. I mean, it makes sense to me, the comfort one would get from hearing certain sounds, yet how unfair it would seem that they can go on and yet you cannot for long.