The Land of the Muses a poem, In the Manner of Spenser. With Poems on several Occasions. By Hugh Downman |
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To SLEEP. |
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To SLEEP.
Where are the downy slumbers fledWhich hover'd nightly o'er my head,
And soon as I my pillow prest,
Clos'd my eyes in sweetest rest?
By wakeful Love forbid to stay,
Alas! too long ye keep away!
O come, ye vagrant slumbers, spread
Again your pinions o'er my head!
O, long unchear'd by sweet repose,
Again my fainting eye-lids close!
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