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EP, sleep, my treasure, The long day's pleasure Has tired the birds, to their nests they creep; The garden still is Alight with lilies,
But all the daisies are fast asleep. Sleep, sleep, my darling, Dawn wakes the starling,
The sparrow stirs when he sees day break; But all the meadow Is wrapped in shadow,
And you must sleep till the daisies wake!
Edith Nesbit
Edith Nesbit (married name Edith Bland; 15 August 1858 – 4 May 1924) was an English author and poet; she published her books for children under
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