Sleep
Dear gray-eyed Angel, wilt thou come to-night?
Spread the soft shadow of thy sheltering wings,
And banish every hint of thought and light,
And all the clamoring crowd of waking things?
Wilt thou bend low above wide weary eyes,
As o'er the worn world bend the tireless skies?
Spread the soft shadow of thy sheltering wings,
And banish every hint of thought and light,
And all the clamoring crowd of waking things?
Wilt thou bend low above wide weary eyes,
As o'er the worn world bend the tireless skies?
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