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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ELEGIE, OR FRIENDS PASSION, FOR HIS ASTROPHILL by MATTHEW ROYDEN TO A SISTER OF CHARITY by EDWIN GEORGE ALEXANDER EPITAPH ON THE SECRETARY TO THE MUSES by JANE BARKER FOR THE QUEEN MOTHER by JOHN BETJEMAN ON MR. FREDERICK PORTER'S ROOM OF PICTURES, 1930 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE NEST by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX |