Sleep

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Title:     Sleep
Author: James Whitcomb Riley [More Titles by Riley]

Orphaned, I cry to thee:
Sweet sleep! O kneel and be
A mother unto me!
Calm thou my childish fears:
Fold--fold mine eyelids to, all tenderly,
And dry my tears.

Come, Sleep, all drowsy-eyed
And faint with languor,--slide
Thy dim face down beside
Mine own, and let me rest
And nestle in thy heart, and there abide,
A favored guest.

Good night to every care,
And shadow of despair!
Good night to all things where
Within is no delight!--
Sleep opens her dark arms, and, swooning there,
I sob: Good night--good night!

[The end]
James Whitcomb Riley's poem: Sleep

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