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THE SLEEP OF WILL
Steal sleep over enchaunted eyes,
And sleep over charmed ears:
Scaled be the wellsprings of all tears,
Hushed be all sighs.
And sleep over charmed ears:
Scaled be the wellsprings of all tears,
Hushed be all sighs.
Through fingers, long, and thin, and white,
Over your face shall creep
Spells of unfathomable sleep,
A perfect night.
Over your face shall creep
Spells of unfathomable sleep,
A perfect night.
Oh, to the chambers of your brain,
The chambers of your soul,
Those hands will call, and still control,
Sleep, soft as rain.
The chambers of your soul,
Those hands will call, and still control,
Sleep, soft as rain.
Were but to me that soul of thine
So vassal, evermore:
Your will were mightier than before,
Made one with mine.
So vassal, evermore:
Your will were mightier than before,
Made one with mine.
1888.
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