Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti

My Friend

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. 

1. Song (O roses for the flush of youth)
2. A Peal of Bells
3. My Dream
4. Maude Clare
5. In the Round Tower at Jhansi, June 8, 1857

Arthur Hardy My Friend ("I have a friend who came,--I know not how")

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