My Friend
(Macmillan's Magazine, Dec. 1864.) 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.
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