Faeo de Lyre
Afore forth, let me intil my brother ago, make.
A brother that paved my scope, that intil
This same breast, nursed, __ milky intil the
Teeth and honey intil our tongue. Journ you
In health, O Chukwuma! It is my wake at
The heaviest breast-crack of a down-gyved
Brother, in the course of our beloved mother;
A sleep thus, from the cry of a brother __ dying.