Elegy IV

I do not hear a dirge today
though the clock-tower tolls for one

I do not see a funeral march
though six dark tulips bow to the sun

I do not see your name in stone
though I see your eyes in your son

I cannot cry for what still lives
so I weep for what’s left undone

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