The wind shall lull us yet,
The flowers shall spring above us:
And those who hate forget,
And those forgot who love us.
The pulse of hope shall cease,
Of joy and of regretting:
We twain shall sleep in peace,
Forgotten and forgetting.
For us no sun shall rise,
Nor wind rejoice, nor river,
Where we with fast-closed eyes
Shall sleep and sleep for ever.
Christina Rossetti (1830 – 1894)
