Vain its trouble and its toil,
All its hopes and fears are vain,
Long, unmitigated pain.
What though we should be deceived
By the friend that we love best?
All in this world have been grieved,
Yet many have found rest.
Our present life is as the night,
Our future as the morning light:
Surely the night will pass away,
And surely will uprise the day.”—English poet Christina Rossetti (1830-1894), “Hope in Grief,” in The Complete Poems, edited by R. W. Crump and Betty S. Flowers (2001)
This is for all those who
lost friends and relatives to COVID-19 this past year—or who could not, because
of the disease, be there at the moment of passing for their loved ones.
(The image accompanying this post of Christina Rossetti was painted by her brother, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, in 1877.)
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