Sleep [Come to me soft-eyed sleep]

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Title:     Sleep [Come to me soft-eyed sleep]
Author: Marietta Holley [More Titles by Holley]

Come to me soft-eyed sleep,
With your ermine sandalled feet;
Press the pain from my troubled brow
With your kisses cool and sweet;
Lull me with slumbrous song,
Song of your clime, the blest,
While on my heavy eyelids
Your dewy fingers rest.

Come with your native flowers,
Heartsease and lotus bloom,
Enwrap my weary senses
With the cloud of their perfume;
For the whispers of thought tire me,
Their constant, dull repeat,
Like low waves throbbing, sobbing,
With endless, endless beat.

[The end]
Marietta Holley's poem: Sleep

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