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SLEEP.
Blind art thou as thy mother Night,And as thy sister Silence dumb;
But naught of soothing sound or sight
Doth unto mortals come
So tender as thy fancied glance
And dream-imagined utterance.
| Poems by John B. Tabb | |
And as thy sister Silence dumb;
But naught of soothing sound or sight
Doth unto mortals come
So tender as thy fancied glance
And dream-imagined utterance.