Do not forever with thy veiled lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust.

Aren’t lids a kind of veil already?
Is this doubling here?
Covering his eyes again and again
First with his eyelids
Then with his grief
Then with his hands to hide it all
Then with his body, folded into itself
To veil and veil again the effects of terrible loss.

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