The Love Sonnets of Proteus, Vita Nova, LXXXV: The same continued

Those flowers shall be my offering, living flowers
Which here shall die with you in sacrifice,
Flowers from the empty fields which once were yours
And now are mine. No gold, nor myrrh, nor spice,
Nor any dead man's offering may suffice.
I love not flowers : but thus to deck a grave
Whirh has no need of things of greater price.
Life is the only tribute death would have.
— Ah, thou art dead. Mine is this fair domain
With all iN living beauty and brave shows
Of lawn, and lake, and garden ; mine the increase
Of the year's harvest, the slow growth of trees,
And that fair natural wealth we loved in vain,
Flowers, which shall never more adorn my house.