XXIV
Autumn again down every winding way
That, in the days gone by, our footsteps pressed!—
Instead of woven amaranth would I lay
Above your dust—you gone by paths unguessed—
Love’s deathless asphodel;
Until some happier hour,—when, who shall say?—
Brother in song, farewell!
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