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Brother, lost brother! / Thou of mine ancient kin! / Thou of the swift will that no ponderings smother! / The dumb life in me fumbles out to the shade / Thou lurkest in. / In vain -- evasive ever through the glade / Departing footsteps fail; / And only where the grasses have been pressed, / Or by snapped twigs I follow a fruitless trail. / So -- give o'er the quest! / Sprawl on the roots and moss! / Let the lithe garter squirm across my throat! / Let the slow clouds and leaves above me float / Into mine eyeballs and across, -- / Nor think them further! Lo, the marvel! now, / Thou whom my soul desireth, even thou / Sprawl'st by my side, who fled'st at my pursuit. / I hear thy fluting; at my shoulder there / I see the sharp ears through the tangled hair, / And birds and bunnies at thy music mute.