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T HERE'S nothing so good as a good bed
When a body is over and done with day!
I'd like a place to lay my head
In a clean room, unfrequented
And dark, unless for a moon-ray.

O, Angel of Dreams, without delay
Then let me from this World be gone!
Within a temple I would pray
Where golden odors float alway
Onward to oblivion.

Or haply may I be withdrawn
From pain and care and manners mean
Into some fairy tower whereon
The glim, bejewelled gonfalon
Of blue enchantery is seen!

But a lady I know might come between
Laughing, and lead me far astray
On the flowery edge of a wild ravine
Where wild cascades of waters green
Flash in the pleasant light of May.

Thus let me dream the night away,
Or slumber dreamless with the dead!
Life may resume, but now I say,
Being too weary of the day,
There's nothing so good as a good bed!
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