Christina Rossetti: Dead Hope

Dead Hope

May 1868

Hope new born one pleasant morn   Died at even; Hope dead lives nevermore.   No, not in heaven.
If his shroud were but a cloud   To weep itself away; Or were he buried underground   To sprout some day! But dead and gone is dead and gone   Vainly wept upon. 
Nought we place above his face   To mark the spot, But it shows a barren place   In our lot. Hope has birth no more on earth   Morn or even; Hope dead lives nevermore,   No, not in heaven.