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When in the down I sink my head, / Sleep, Death's twin-brother, times my breath; / Sleep, Death's twin-brother, knows not Death, / Nor can I dream of thee as dead:
I walk as ere I walk'd forlorn, / When all our path was fresh with dew, / And all the bugle breezes blew / Reveill´e to the breaking morn.