Come, then, I woo thee, sacred Sleep! Vain troubles of the world, farewell! Spirits of Ill! your distance keep— And in your own dominions dwell... ~George Crabbe (1754–1832), "The World of Dreams"
and a gentle rain from heaven, upon the place beneath....oh more bliss!
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Date: 2016-09-10 03:23 pm (UTC)From:Come, then, I woo thee, sacred Sleep!
Vain troubles of the world, farewell!
Spirits of Ill! your distance keep—
And in your own dominions dwell...
~George Crabbe (1754–1832), "The World of Dreams"
and a gentle rain from heaven, upon the place beneath....oh more bliss!