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SLEEP.
LEEP, beloved! the night has come;Vanished the sunset's golden gleam;
Drowned in darkness, the earth is dumb,—
All but the wind and the lulling stream:
Sleep, beloved! and, haply, dream,—
Dream and dream
Till the morning again shall beam.
Think of the ocean, which evermore
Tosses and strives like a restless soul;
Listen its far, continuous roar,
And its slumberous sigh on the rocky shoal:
Think of the billows which, sobbing, roll,—
Roll and roll,
Finding never their long-sought goal.
Tosses and strives like a restless soul;
Listen its far, continuous roar,
And its slumberous sigh on the rocky shoal:
Think of the billows which, sobbing, roll,—
Roll and roll,
Finding never their long-sought goal.
Think of the forests, so green and dark
Stretching a many miles away,
Waving their myriad leaves; and hark!
Hear their hum as the soft winds play,
Stretching a many miles away,
Waving their myriad leaves; and hark!
Hear their hum as the soft winds play,
