The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich | ||
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II
One that has fared a long and toilsome wayAnd sinks beneath the burden of the day,
O delicate Sleep,
Brings thee a soul that he would have thee keep
A captive in thy shadowy domain
With Puck and Ariel and the happy train
That people dreamland. Give unto his sight
Immortal shapes, and fetch to him again
His Psyche that went out into the night!
The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich | ||