Death and Sleep
Death , in approaching, brings me sleep so sound
I scarcely hear the dreams that hover round;
One cruel thing, one only, he can do . .
Break the bright image (Life's best gift) of you.
I scarcely hear the dreams that hover round;
One cruel thing, one only, he can do . .
Break the bright image (Life's best gift) of you.
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