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SLEEPY.
O leave me quiet for a thousand years!No duties, troubles, pleasures, hopes or fears,
No sun or moon with sad returning beam,
Only a faintly glimmering world, half dream,
To faintly touch my senses: rest I would,
Forget the tangled life, the bad and good,
And everything that has been,—drinking deep
The freshness of regenerating sleep,
Ages and æons of celestial rest;
To wake—I know not when,—sleep now were best.
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