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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: LXXXVIII
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 There were two with thee in thine agony,
 I and another. In that hour supreme
 We stood beside thy cross and gazed at thee,
 Waiting till death should wake thee from thy dream.
 Thy hands held both our hands and clung to them
 And drew them to each other. We could see
 Thy dumb lips open as to either name
 And thy eyes turn to our eyes wistfully.
 O eloquent eyes! Ye were not closed in vain.
 Still from the grave ye speak, ``Behold a son,
 Behold a mother.`` From that rite of pain
 We two went home together bone of bone
 And flesh of flesh, distinguished among men,
 Thy witnesses till death shall come again.
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