 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
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TO SLEEP.
Ah, stay, dear Sleep, a little longer yet,
Though Day be come to chase thee;
And let me in thy sheltering arms forget,—
Dear Sleep, once more embrace me!
Though Day be come to chase thee;
And let me in thy sheltering arms forget,—
Dear Sleep, once more embrace me!
The time will come when thou and I must part,
But now, Belovèd, linger,
And soothe once more the sad and weary heart
Of me, thy lover and singer!
But now, Belovèd, linger,
And soothe once more the sad and weary heart
Of me, thy lover and singer!
Dear Comforter, who reignest undefiled,—
Within thy kingdom holy
The weary man is even as a child,—
The lofty as the lowly.
Within thy kingdom holy
The weary man is even as a child,—
The lofty as the lowly.
Ah, when our nuptial day shall dawn on high,—
With nuptial love-fires lighted,—
Then I forever in thine arms shall lie,
By no fresh grief affrighted.
With nuptial love-fires lighted,—
Then I forever in thine arms shall lie,
By no fresh grief affrighted.
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