| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1240. Sleep |
| | | By Lewis Frank Tooker |
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| IN a tangled, scented hollow, | |
| On a bed of crimson roses, | |
| Stilly now the wind reposes; | |
| Hardly can the breezes borrow | |
| Breath to stir the night-swept river. | 5 |
| Motionless the water-sedges, | |
| And within the dusky hedges | |
| Sounds no leaf’s impatient shiver. | |
| Sleep has come, that rare rest-giver. | |
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| Light and song have flown away | 10 |
| With the sun and twilight swallow; | |
| Scarcely will the unknown morrow | |
| Bring again so sweet a day. | |
| Song was born of Joy and Thought; | |
| Light, of Love and her caress. | 15 |
| Nothing’s left me but a tress; | |
| Death and Sleep the rest have wrought— | |
| Death and Sleep, who came unsought. | |
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