My Friend

Dec. 1864

by Christina Rossetti
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;
  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.