Dead before Death Christina Rossetti

Ah! changed and cold, how changed and very cold!
        With stiffened smiling lips and cold calm eyes:
        Changed, yet the same; much knowing, little wise;
This was the promise of the days of old!
Grown hard and stubborn in the ancient mould,
        Grown rigid in the sham of lifelong lies:
        We hoped for better things as years would rise,
But it is over as a tale once told.
All fallen the blossom that no fruitage bore,
        All lost the present and the future time,
All lost, all lost, the lapse that went before:
So lost till death shut-to the opened door,
        So lost from chime to everlasting chime,
So cold and lost forever evermore.