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Old heart, old heart, is this a wise man's mood?

O, not in darkness, not in fear of men,

Shall Argos find him, when he comes again,

Mine own undaunted Nay, and if it were,

What likeness could there be? My brother's hair

Is as a prince's and a rover's, strong

With sunlight and with strife: not like the long

Locks that a woman combs. And many a head

Hath this same semblance, wing for wing, tho' bred

Of blood not ours. 'Tis hopeless. Peace, old man.

The footprints! Set thy foot by his, and scan

The track of frame and muscles, how they fit!

That ground will take no footprint! All of it

Is bitter stone. It hath? And who hath said

There should be likeness in a brother's tread

And sister's? His is stronger every way.

But hast thou nothing ? If he came this day

And sought to show thee, is there no one sign

Whereby to know him? Stay; the robe was thine,

Work of thy loom, wherein I wrapt him o'er

That night, and stole him through the murderers' door.