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' than my brothers are to me'— Let this not vex thee, noble heart! I know thee of what force thou art, To hold the costliest love in fee.

But thou and I are one in kind, As moulded like in nature's mint; And hill and wood and field did print The same sweet forms in either mind.

For us the same cold streamlet curl'd Through all his eddying coves; the same All winds that roam the twilight came In whispers of the beauteous world,

At one dear knee we proffer'd vows, One lesson from one book we learn'd, Ere childhood's flaxen ringlet turn'd To black and brown on kindred brows.