Poems (Rossetti, 1901)/Dead Hope

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4549377Poems — Dead HopeChristina Georgina Rossetti

DEAD HOPE.
HOPE new born one pleasant morn
Died at even;
Hope dead lives nevermore,
No, not in heaven.

If his shroud were but a cloud
To weep itself away;
Or were he buried underground
To sprout some day!
But dead and gone is dead and gone
Vainly wept upon.

Nought we place above his face
To mark the spot,
But it shows a barren place
In our lot.

Hope has birth no more on earth
Morn or even;
Hope dead lives nevermore,
No, not in heaven.