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 LAY down upon my bed, With a somewhat aching head, And mine eyes disposed for tears : News of death had come that day, Of a kinsman far away, Who had shared my childhood's play ; And one word rang in mine ears, — Departed ! Back on all my thoughts it came, Answering to every name, Every feeling, grave or gay Every picture dark or bright — As the hours marched through the night. Till the word seemed like a sprite I could neither soothe nor lay : Departed !