Christina Rossetti: Poems

My Friend

(Macmillan's Magazine, Dec. 1864.)

Two days ago with dancing glancing hair,

With living lips and eyes:

Now pale, dumb, blind, she lies;

So pale, yet still so fair.

We have not left her yet, not yet alone;

But soon must leave her where

She will not miss our care,

Bone of our bone.

Weep not; O friends, we should not weep:

Our friend of friends lies full of rest; 10

No sorrow rankles in her breast,

Fallen fast asleep.

She sleeps below,

She wakes and laughs above:

To-day, as she walked, let us walk in love;

To-morrow follow so.