THE SAME CONTINUED <br />There were two with thee in thine agony, <br />I and another. In that hour supreme <br />We stood beside thy cross and gazed at thee, <br />Waiting till death should wake thee from thy dream. <br />Thy hands held both our hands and clung to them <br />And drew them to each other. We could see <br />Thy dumb lips open as to either name <br />And thy eyes turn to our eyes wistfully. <br />O eloquent eyes! Ye were not closed in vain. <br />Still from the grave ye speak, ``Behold a son, <br />Behold a mother.'' From that rite of pain <br />We two went home together bone of bone <br />And flesh of flesh, distinguished among men, <br />Thy witnesses till death shall come again.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-iv-vita-nova-lxxxviii/
