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Sleep, O sleep
With thy Rod of Incantation
Charm my Imagination,
Then, only then, I cease to weep
By thy power,
The virgin, by Time O' ertaken,
For Years forlorn, forsaken,
Enjoys the happy Hour.
What's to sleep?
'Tis a visionary Blessing;
A dream that's past expressing;
Our utmost Wish possessing;
So may I always keep.
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