But in That Sleep of Death What Dreams May Come?

O GRANT me darkness! Let no gleam
—Recall the visionary ray!
Give me to sleep without a dream.
—Too often have I dreamt by day.
The dreams of day are all too strong;
Give me undreaming sleep, and long.

If blackest night be of the stuff
—Whereof sun-woven days are made,
I that have dreamed, and dreamed enough
—Tremble, of dreamier dreams afraid.
Give to the heart Thy dreams have blest
The dark unconsciousness of rest!
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