Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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[Oh, Sleep! I pray thee now to steep my sense]
Oh, Sleep! I pray thee now to steep my senseIn rich forgetfulness—to hush or charm
Away my thronging thoughts, and to disarm
Doubt, care, and terror for awhile—intense
Their harrowing, harrowing power is, when the immense,
The busy Stage of Life to arouse—alarm
Is spread before our view, but when thy warm
And thy caressing influence wins from thence
Our thoughts and doubts, they sink to shadows oft,
And richer feelings live along the Soul.
Oh! Sleep, come then with all thy whisperings soft,
And let the moments tremulously roll
Away—like silvery mists that float aloft,
As they would fain, fain reach some heavenly goal.
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