O puissant! intoxicating slumber,
Wherefore art thou lost?
Far and wide I dig thee,
Through all temper and frost.
Say! Beloved Sleep, where art thou found?
Under these lids ye silently creep,
Fly me to a world with peace profound,
Walking through dreams and visions deep.
O Mighty Sleep! sister of death,
Take me with you to heights new;
Weary I am of late with sorrows untold,
Colorful memoirs of past make me view.
Listen O Slumber! mistress of night,
Come hither I invoke thee,
Bring me the skies tied to thy flight,
Come apace here lies an impatient me.
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