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Arthur Symons - Perfect Grief
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The wandering, wise, outcast sons 
Of Pharaoh, the dark roofless ones, 
Taught me this wisdom: if Death come, 
And take thy dear one, be thou dumb, 
Nor gratify with suppliant breath 
The attentive insolence of Death. 
Suffer thy dear one to depart 
In silence; silent in thy heart, 
From this forth, be thy dear one`s name. 
So I, that would not put to shame 
So dear a memory dead, repeat 
No more the sweet name once too sweet. 
Nor, from that buried name, remove 
The haughty silence of my love.
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