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 :And where a voice more human, more divine,
 * Commends a brother dead to Proserpine.
 * But now that Queen of undivided rest
 * Reopening the closures of her breast
 * Has taken our royal-wingèd child of light,
 * And bathed his forehead in the pool of night.

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