Early Death, a poem by Christina Rossetti

Oh grieve not with thy bitter tears
The life that passes fast;

The gates of heaven will open wide
And take me in at last.

Then sit down meekly at my side
And watch my young life flee;

Then solemn peace of holy death
Come quickly unto thee.

But true love, seek me in the throng
Of spirits floating past,

And I will take thee by the hands
And know thee mine at last.

-- From "Early Death"
Christina Rossetti