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‡ COME TO ME, GENTLE SLEEP.
Come to me, gentle sleep!
I pine, I pine for thee;
Come with thy spells, the soft, the deep,
And set my spirit free!
Each lonely, burning thought,
In twilight langour steep—
Come to the full heart, long o'erwrought,
O gentle, gentle sleep!
Come with thine urn of dew,
Sleep, gentle sleep! yet bring
No voice, love's yearning to renew,
No vision on thy wing!
