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AWAKE! THOU THAT SLEEPEST.
Sleeper, awake! Beneath thy pillow
Lie serpents coiled, with deadly fangs,
While o'er the deep and sullen billow,
On the cliff's edge, thy bower hangs.
Lie serpents coiled, with deadly fangs,
While o'er the deep and sullen billow,
On the cliff's edge, thy bower hangs.
Sleeper, awake! The blossoms round thee
Breathe venom with their rich perfume,
And poisoned thorns to pierce and wound thee,
Beset the stalk of every bloom.
Breathe venom with their rich perfume,
And poisoned thorns to pierce and wound thee,
Beset the stalk of every bloom.
A deathful darkness gathers o'er thee,
Life-chilling dews around thee weep,
Voices from earth and heaven implore thee,
To rouse thee from this fatal sleep.
Life-chilling dews around thee weep,
Voices from earth and heaven implore thee,
To rouse thee from this fatal sleep.
Sleeper! The hurricane is coming;
The serpents' fangs are near thy brow;
The giant waves come swelling, foaming;
Death waits! Oh, sleeper! waken now.
The serpents' fangs are near thy brow;
The giant waves come swelling, foaming;
Death waits! Oh, sleeper! waken now.
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