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"I come with flowers—for spring is come!—Ianthis! art thou here? I bring the garlands she hath brought, I cast them on thy bier! Thou shouldst be crown'd with victory's crown—but oh! more meet they seem, The first faint violets of the wood, and lilies of the stream! More meet for one so fondly lov'd, and laid thus early low— —Alas! how sadly sleeps thy face amidst the sunshine's glow: The golden glow that through thy heart was wont such joy to send, —Woe, that it smiles, and not for thee!—my brother and my friend!"