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Sleep, heart of mine, Sleep thou without dreaming: Love, the beguiler, Weareth such false seeming.

Sleep, heart of mine; But if on thy slumbers Breathe one faint murmur Of his charm'd numbers;

Waken, heart of mine, From such dangerous sleeping; Love's haunted visions Ever end in weeping.

But now no more of song. I will not lose Another legend of my nurse's store.