My Friend

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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.

© Christina Georgina Rossetti