Come, gentle sleep! attend thy votary’s prayer, And, though death’s image, to my couch repair; How sweet, though lifeless, yet with life to lie, And, without dying, O how sweet to die!
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Poems of Sentiment: VI. Labor and Rest
Sleep
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