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Put 'neath my side thy side: the matted hair

Brush from my brow, for dimly see mine eyes.

Ah hapless head of tresses all befouled,

How wildly tossed art thou, unwashen long!

Lay me again down. When the frenzy-throes

Leave me, unstrung am I—strengthless of limb.

Lo there. To sick ones welcome is the couch,

A place pain-haunted, and yet necessary.

Raise me once more upright: turn me about.

Hard are the sick to please, for helplessness.

Wilt set thy feet upon the earth, and take

One step at last? Change is in all things sweet.

Yea, surely: this the semblance hath of health.

Better than nought is seeming, though unreal.

Give ear unto me now, O brother mine,

While yet the Fiends unclouded leave thy brain.