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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!