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Слушать(AI)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.
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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