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To SleepTo Sleep
To Sleep
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
One after one; the sound of rain, and bees
Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas,
Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky; -
I`ve thought of all by turns, and still I lie
Sleepless; and soon the small birds` melodies
Must hear, first utter`d from my orchard trees,
And the first cuckoo`s melancholy cry.
Even thus last night, and two nights more I lay,
And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth:
So do not let me wear to - night away:
Without Thee what is all the morning`s wealth?
Come, blessed barrier between day and day,
Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!
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