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Sleep
Relinquo_Angelus
Welcome is sleep, more welcome the sleep of stone :: Whilst crime and shame continue in the land; :: My happy fortune, not to see or hear; :: Waken me not - in mercy, whisper low. ::*::*:: But I, in the chilling twilight stand and wait:: At the portcullis, at thy castle gate:: Longing to see the charmed door of dreams:: Turn on its noiseless hinges, delicate sleep! ::*::*:: Of all the thoughts of God that are::Borne inward unto souls afar,::Along the Psalmist's music deep,::Now tell me if that any is,::For gift or grace, surpassing this-::"He giveth His beloved sleep" ::*::*:: Sleep hath its own world,::Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world,::And a wide realm of wild reality,::And dreams in their development have breath,::And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy. ::*::*:: Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,:: Brother to Death, in silent darkness born;:: Relieve my languish, and restore the light. :: *::*:: Sister Simplicitie!:: Sing, sing a song to me, -::Sing me to sleep!::Some legend low and long,::Slow as the summer song::Of the dull Deep ::*::*:: ::*::*::**********:: Scribed by Dio Astore