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The Promise of Sleep

Put the sweet thoughts from out thy mind,    The dreams from out thy breast;

No joy for thee—but thou shalt find            Thy

All day I could not work for woe,    I could not work nor rest;

The trouble drove me to and fro,    Like a leaf on the storm's breast.

Night came and saw my sorrow cease;    Sleep in the chamber stole;

Peace crept about my limbs, and peace    Fell on my stormy soul.

And now I think of only this,—    How I again may

The gentle sleep— who promises    That death is gentle too.

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Amy Levy

Amy Judith Levy (10 November 1861 – 10 September 1889) was a British essayist, poet, and novelist best remembered for her literary gifts; her ex…

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