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I said, “If one should wet his lips with wine, And slip the broadest plantain-leaf we find, Or else the lappet of a linen robe, {15} Into the water-vessel, lay it right, And cool his forehead just above the eyes, The while a brother, kneeling either side, Should chafe each hand and try to make it warm,-- He is not so far gone but he might speak.” {20} This did not happen in the outer cave, Nor in the secret chamber of the rock, Where, sixty days since the decree was out, We had him, bedded on a camel-skin, And waited for his dying all the while; {25} But in the midmost grotto: since noon’s light Reached there a little, and we would not lose The last of what might happen on his face.