Hope new born one pleasant morn <br />Died at even; <br />Hope dead lives nevermore. <br />No, not in heaven. <br /> <br />If his shroud were but a cloud <br />To weep itself away; <br />Or were he buried underground <br />To sprout some day! <br />But dead and gone is dead and gone <br />Vainly wept upon. <br /> <br />Nought we place above his face <br />To mark the spot, <br />But it shows a barren place <br />In our lot. <br />Hope has birth no more on earth <br />Morn or even; <br />Hope dead lives nevermore, <br />No, not in heaven.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-hope/
