Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on Sleep
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“Thou driftest gently down the tides of sleep.”
“Dreams of the summer night! Tell her, her lover keeps Watch! while in slumbers light She sleeps! My lady sleeps! Sleeps!”
“For I am weary, and am overwrought With too much toil, with too much care distraught, And with the iron crown of anguish crowned. Lay thy soft hand upon my brow and cheek, * O peaceful Sleep!”