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XI. TO A FAINT SOUL.

Sleep on, O soul! O delicate soul, sleep!
Thy life is calm and thickly fenced from care,
Thy couch is soft, and roses scattered there
Nurse thy quick senses while the night hours creep.
Around thee sway dim shadows of the deep,
Around thee circle sounds and visions fair,
And rise and wave their arms, and lull thee, where
Thou dreamest, ever deeply hid in sleep.
Vainly for thee the morning spreads her bright
Broad belt of heaven about the eastern shore;
Vainly for thee earth's fragrant odours pour
In clouds of incense up the arch of night.
Dream on, for eyes thou hast and canst not see;
Sleep on, O delicate soul, endlessly.