Dear friend, dear brother, I have owed you this <br />Since many days, the tribute of a song. <br />Shall I cheat you who never did a wrong <br />To any man ? No, therefore though I miss <br />All art, all skill, in this short armistice <br />From my soul's war against the bitter throng <br />Of present woes, let these poor lines be strong <br /> <br />In love enough to bear a brother's kiss. <br />Dear saint, true knight, I cannot weep for you, <br />Nor if I could would I call back the breath <br />To your dear body ; God is very wise, <br />All that this year had in its womb He knew, <br />And, loving you, He sent His Son like Death, <br />To put His hand over your kind gray eyes.<br /><br />Lord Alfred Douglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-memoriam-francis-archibald-douglas/
