Dead Hope

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Title:     Dead Hope
Author: Christina Georgina Rossetti [More Titles by Rossetti]

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.

[The end]
Christina Georgina Rossetti's poem: Dead Hope

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