Sleep-Book - Some of the Poetry of Slumber by Various
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I. Peace, peace, thou over-anxious, foolish heart, Rest, ever-seeking soul, calm, mad desires, Quiet, wild dreams--this is the time of sleep. Hold her more close than life itself. Forget All the excitements of the day, forget All problems and discomforts. Let the night Take you unto herself, her blessed self. Peace, peace, thou over-anxious, foolish heart, Rest, ever-seeking soul, calm, mad desires, Quiet, wild dreams--this is the time of sleep. _Leolyn Louise Everett_. II. Sleep, softly-breathing god! his downy wing Was fluttering now. _Samuel T. Coleridge_. |
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