Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
To Sir Philip Sidneys soulHenry Constable (15621613)
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If they, importune, interrupt thy song,
Which now with joyful notes thou singst among
The angels, quiristers of the heavenly skies.
Give pardon eke, sweet soul! to my slow cries,
That since I saw thee it is now so long;
And yet the tears that unto thee belong,
To thee as yet they did not sacrifice;
I did not know that thou wert dead before;
I did not feel the grief I did sustain;
The greater stroke astonisheth the more,
Astonishment takes from us sense of pain:
I stood amazed when others’ tears begun,
And now begin to weep when they have done.