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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: LXXXIV
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IN ANNIVERSARIO MORTIS
 If I can bring no tribute of fresh tears
 To mingle with the dust which covers thee;
 If in this latest dawn of evil years
 My rebel eyes withhold their sympathy;
 If of a truth my thoughts so barren be
 Of their old griefs, so numb to tenderness
 That they nor hear nor taste nor feel nor see
 The sweetness of thy presence in this place;
 If I now drowse,--`tis that the flesh is weak
 More than the spirit. See, by thy dear bed
 Once more I kneel in sorrow and in love.
 See, I still watch by thee if thou shouldst move,
 If thou shouldst raise thy hand or turn thy head,
 Or speak my name. And yet thou dost not speak.
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