Oh grieve not with thy bitter tears <br />The life that passes fast; <br />The gates of heaven will open wide <br />And take me in at last. <br /> <br />Then sit down meekly at my side <br />And watch my young life flee; <br />Then solemn peace of holy death <br />Come quickly unto thee. <br /> <br />But true love, seek me in the throng <br />Of spirits floating past, <br />And I will take thee by the hands <br />And know thee mine at last. <br /> <br />He and She and Angels Three <br /> <br />Ruthless hands have torn her <br />From one that loved her well; <br />Angels have upborn her, <br />Christ her grief to tell. <br /> <br />She shall stand to listen, <br />She shall stand and sing, <br />Till three winged angels <br />Her lover’s soul shall bring. <br /> <br />He and she and the angels three <br />Before God’s face shall stand; <br />There they shall pray among themselves <br />And sing at His right hand.<br /><br />Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-death/
