Chapter 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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