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MY LADY SLEEPS.
When down my Lady laid her headGold on the dusky night,
The silence like a curtain spread
A sweetness more than sight.
A little moon was in the sky,
A little moon went up,
And O but it went pleasantly
With its dear yellow cup.
It seemed so small and very near
The dim and hollow land,
As if its treasures cool and clear
Could lie within my hand.
And like a silvèr tear one star,
Caught in the outer glow
396
Hung beautiful below.
And through the purple night a cloud
By gentle winds was drawn,
That did not dare to speak aloud
The tidings of the dawn.
And still the blossoms watched and wept
Beside my Lady's place,
And shed their petals (where she slept)
White-rose on rose-white face.
Break not the spell,
For she sleeps well,
With lily arms
And shadowed charms,
And graces all too pure for harms
Delicious and ineffable.
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