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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.