THE SAME CONTINUED <br />It is not true the dead unhonoured were <br />If they returned to life. Nay, claim thine own, <br />And see how gladly I, thy ``thankless heir,'' <br />Will yield thee back possession of thy throne. <br />I am not so in love with riches grown <br />That such can comfort me. Alas, too long <br />The fields are furrowed and the wheat is sown <br />For my sole grief that these should do thee wrong. <br />I hold these things not wholly as in fee, <br />But thinking that perhaps some happy day <br />We yet may walk together, and devise <br />Of the old lands we loved, in Paradise, <br />And I shall give account, as best I may, <br />How I thy tenant was awhile for thee.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-iv-vita-nova-lxxxvi/
