THE SAME CONTINUED <br />Yet we shall live without love, as some live <br />Without their limbs, their senses, maimed or deaf. <br />We even shall forget love, and shall thrive <br />And prosper and grow fat upon our grief. <br />You are consoled already more than half, <br />And wear your sorrow lightly. I will boast <br />No longer the refusal of relief <br />Than as a decent mourner of hopes crossed. <br />We yet shall laugh, and laughter is more loud <br />When following tears. The men who drive a hearse <br />Are not the least lighthearted of the crowd. <br />See, we have made love's epitaph in verse <br />And fairly buried him. God's ways are best. <br />Then home to pleasure and the funeral feast.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-ii-to-juliet-xliv/
