In A Chair

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Title:     In A Chair
Author: John Collings Squire [More Titles by Squire]

He room is full of the peace of night,
The small flames murmur and flicker and sway,
Within me is neither shadow, nor light,
Nor night, nor twilight, nor dawn, nor day.

For the brain strives not to the goal of thought,
And the limbs lie wearied, and all desire
Sleeps for a while, and I am naught
But a pair of eyes that gaze at a fire.

[The end]
John Collings Squire's poem: In A Chair

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