sorrowful with watchful eyes
In silence, for the tongue cannot
Vex not his wounds with rhetoric,
nor the stale
Worn truths, that are but maddening mockeries
To him whose grief outmasters all replies.
Only watch near him gently;
do but bring
The piteous help of silent ministering.
Watchful and tender. This alone is wise.
thy presence and thine every motion,
The grateful knowledge of thy sad devotion
Melt out the passionate hardness
of his grief,
And break the flood-gates of thy pent-up soul.
He shall bow down beneath thy mute control,
And take thine hands, and weep,
and find relief.