Not With These Eyes

Let me not see your grief!     O, let not any see     That grief,     Nor how your heart still rocks     Like a temple with long earthquake shocks.     Let me not see     Your grief.     These eyes have seen such wrong,     Yet remained cold:     Ills grown strong,     Corruption's many-headed worm     Destroying feet that moved so firm--     Shall these eyes see     Your grief?     And that black worm has crawled     Into the brain     Where thought had walked     Nobly, and love and honour moved as one,     And brave things bravely were begun....     Now, can thought see     Unabashed your grief?     Into that brain your grief     Has run like cleansing fire:     Your grief     Through these unfaithful eyes has leapt     And touched honour where it lightly slept.     Now when I see     In memory your grief     There is no thought that's not     Yours, yours,     No love that sleeps,     No spiritual door that opens not     In the green quiet village of thought     Shining with light,     And silent to your silence.