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<p>Kochanowsky. p.153<lb/> | |||
'' | <head>Do snu.<lb/> | ||
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To Sleep</head></p> | |||
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<p>Sweet Sleep! <del>no</del> <add>sure man</add> might have to die from this.<lb/> | |||
Who dost unravel all death's mistery<lb/> | |||
Come – spread thy balmy influence o'er my soul<lb/> | |||
And let it soar beyond the world's control –<lb/> | |||
Up to the realms where morning has its birth<lb/> | |||
Down to the abyss whence darkness wraps the earth.<lb/> | |||
Where time has piled its everlasting snows –<lb/> | |||
Where <del><unclear>sundried</unclear></del> <add>parched</add> by Sun-beams not a fountain flows<lb/> | |||
O, <unclear>bid</unclear> it count each bright & wandering star<lb/> | |||
Or trace its many pilgrimages afar –<lb/> | |||
<unclear>Sit</unclear> in the centre – while <del>its</del> <add>each</add> circling sphere<lb/> | |||
Pours its aerial music on the ear –<lb/> | |||
Drink of the o'erflowing cup of joy & peace<lb/> | |||
While the tired body sleeps in weariness.</p> | |||
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Kochanowsky. p.153
Do snu.
To Sleep
Sweet Sleep! no sure man might have to die from this.
Who dost unravel all death's mistery
Come – spread thy balmy influence o'er my soul
And let it soar beyond the world's control –
Up to the realms where morning has its birth
Down to the abyss whence darkness wraps the earth.
Where time has piled its everlasting snows –
Where sundried parched by Sun-beams not a fountain flows
O, bid it count each bright & wandering star
Or trace its many pilgrimages afar –
Sit in the centre – while its each circling sphere
Pours its aerial music on the ear –
Drink of the o'erflowing cup of joy & peace
While the tired body sleeps in weariness.
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