This is the area where Jefferson spent a lot of his time, reading and writing in his study/office, and this is the bed where he took his last breath, after inquiring whether it was indeed the fourth of July. Here is the only surviving poem of definite authorship by Jefferson, written in 1826 at the approach of his death. Confined to bed by illness, Jefferson wrote "A death-bed Adieu" for his daughter, Martha Randolph. On July 2, two days before he died, Jefferson told Martha that he'd composed a farewell in her honor; following his instructions, she found the verse in a small box after his death.
"A death-bed Adieu. Th:J to MR."Life's visions are vanished, it's dreams are no more.
Dear friends of my bosom, why bathed in tears?
I go to my fathers; I welcome the shore,
which crowns all my hopes, or which buries my cares.
Then farewell my dear, my lov'd daughter, Adieu!
The last pang in life is in parting from you.
Two Seraphs await me, long shrouded in death;
I will bear them your love on my last parting breath