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O sister, sister, thy first-begotten, / The hands that cling and the feet that follow, / The voice of the child's blood crying yet, Who hath remembered me? who hath forgotten?
Thou hast forgotten, O summer swallow, / But the world shall end when I forget. / Swinburne