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by Unknown

Nor the pinks, nor the pale, sweet cowslip,

It seemed to me the best.

I once had a little brother,

With eyes that were dark and deep—

In the lap of that old dim forest

He lieth in peace asleep:

Light as the down of the thistle,

Free as the winds that blow,

We roved there the beautiful summers,

The summers of long ago;