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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: LXXXVI
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 It is not true the dead unhonoured were
 If they returned to life. Nay, claim thine own,
 And see how gladly I, thy ``thankless heir,``
 Will yield thee back possession of thy throne.
 I am not so in love with riches grown
 That such can comfort me. Alas, too long
 The fields are furrowed and the wheat is sown
 For my sole grief that these should do thee wrong.
 I hold these things not wholly as in fee,
 But thinking that perhaps some happy day
 We yet may walk together, and devise
 Of the old lands we loved, in Paradise,
 And I shall give account, as best I may,
 How I thy tenant was awhile for thee.
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