MY FRIEND

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.