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 "Do you still remember the winding street In the grey old village?" He seemed to say; "And the long school days that the sun made sweet And the thought of the flowers from far away? And the faces of friends whom you used to meet  In that village day by day, —Ay, the face of this one or of that?" he said, And the names he named were names of the dead Who all in the churchyard lay.

"Do you still remember your brother's face, And his soft light hair, and his eyes' deep blue, And the child's pet name that in every place  Was once so familiar to him and to you? And the innocent sports and the butterfly chase  That lasted the bright day through?" —O this time, I thought of the churchyard and sighed, For I thought of the dead lying side by side, And my brother who lay there too.