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 Though his parted lips are wordless, though he breathes no uttered prayer Yet his silence seems imploring "Let me deem the noonday night, For my dreams are velvet-breasted, and they shelter me from care, I entreat thee not to wake me to the sorrows of the light."

Ah, sleep on, in peace, my brother, to awaken when thou wilt, From the dreams that treat thee kindly, and the rest that sets thee free. With the wild fig for thy canopy, the marigolds thy quilt, And, to serve thee for a lullaby, the thunder of the Sea. 8