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Sleep

Sleep, when a soul that her own clouds

Wails that sorrow should always

Watch, nor see in the gloom above her   Sleep,

Down, through darkness naked and steep,

Sinks, and the gifts of his grace

Soon the soul, though her wound be deep.

God beloved of us, all men's lover,

All most weary that smile or

Feel thee afar or anear them hover,   Sleep.

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Algernon Charles Swinburne

Algernon Charles Swinburne (5 April 1837 – 10 April 1909) was an English poet, playwright, novelist, and critic. He wrote several novels and col…

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