Sleep
By Annie Matheson
SOFT silence of the summer night!
Alive with wistful murmurings,
Enfold me in thy quiet might:
Shake o'er my head thy slumberous wings
So cool and light:
Let me forget all earthly things
In sleep to-night!
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Tired roses, passionately sweet,
Are leaning on their cool green leaves,
The mignonette about my feet
A maze of tangled fragrance weaves,
Where dewdrops meet:
Kind sleep the weary world bereaves
Of noise and heat.
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