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Methinks I see thee, lying calm and low, / Silent and dark within thy earthy bed; / Thy mighty hands, in which I trusted, dead, / Resting, with thy long arms, from work or blow; / And the night-robe, around thy tall form, flow / Down from the kingly face, and from the head, / Save by its thick dark curls, uncovered -- / My brother, dear from childhood, lying so!
Not often since thou went'st, I think of thee, / (With inward cares and questionings oppressed); / And yet, ere long, I seek thee in thy rest, / And bring thee home my heart, as full, as free, / As sure that thou wilt take me tenderly, / As then when youth and nature made us blest.