IN ANNIVERSARIO MORTIS <br />If I can bring no tribute of fresh tears <br />To mingle with the dust which covers thee; <br />If in this latest dawn of evil years <br />My rebel eyes withhold their sympathy; <br />If of a truth my thoughts so barren be <br />Of their old griefs, so numb to tenderness <br />That they nor hear nor taste nor feel nor see <br />The sweetness of thy presence in this place; <br />If I now drowse,--'tis that the flesh is weak <br />More than the spirit. See, by thy dear bed <br />Once more I kneel in sorrow and in love. <br />See, I still watch by thee if thou shouldst move, <br />If thou shouldst raise thy hand or turn thy head, <br />Or speak my name. And yet thou dost not speak.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-iv-vita-nova-lxxxiv/
