To a Dead Friend , by Langston Hughes

To a Dead Friend

The moon still sends its mellow lightThrough the purple blackness of the night; The morning star is palely bright                    Before the dawn. 
The sun still shines just as before; The rose still grows beside my door,                     But you have gone. 
The sky is blue and the robin sings; The butterflies dance on rainbow wings                   Though I am sad. 
In all the earth no joy can be; Happiness comes no more to me,                    For you are dead. - Langston Hughes