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THE LONG SLEEP
As one that wakes and from his pillow leaps,
With some fierce dream, some visionary shock,
Or gusty chiding of the turret-clock,
And deems it time for labour, till he creeps
With some fierce dream, some visionary shock,
Or gusty chiding of the turret-clock,
And deems it time for labour, till he creeps
Dumb and bewildered, to the window-bars,
And sees the pale lamp on the roadway shed
Strange wafts of shifting shade, and overhead
Troop through the black night the slow-marching stars:
And sees the pale lamp on the roadway shed
Strange wafts of shifting shade, and overhead
Troop through the black night the slow-marching stars:
Then is he glad at heart, and knows the day
Is yet far off, and trims the smouldering fire,
And with delicious tremors, doth allay
His languorous head, and dives to slumber deep;—
Even with such eager longing, I desire
Death, and the dumb interminable sleep.
Is yet far off, and trims the smouldering fire,
And with delicious tremors, doth allay
His languorous head, and dives to slumber deep;—
Even with such eager longing, I desire
Death, and the dumb interminable sleep.
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