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SONNET.—BENEATH MY CHAMBER WINDOW.
Beneath my chamber window I recline,And all is still around me. Nature lies,
With her poor children sleeping. All, save mine,
Are closed, the easily persuaded eyes!
Sweet visions pass before them, such as rise
On childhood's innocent slumbers; they can sleep!
Alas! why is it that we would be wise,
And in hard study and conclusions deep,
Learn only of the precious gifts we lose,
The sweet affections that we never use,
When we might live in them, and through their smiles
Feel the sad Night pass o'er us with her dews,
As if, assuming all our lowlier toils,
She held herself, alone, the privilege to weep.
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