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Sleep
By Annie Matheson
Soft silence of the summer night! Alive with wistful murmurings,
Enfold me in thy quiet might:
Shake oʻer my head thy slumb'rous wings,
So cool and light:
Let me forget all earthly things
In sleep to-night!
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.
White lilies, pure as falling snow, And redolent of tenderness,
Are gently swaying to and fro, Lulled by the breath of evening less
Than by the low
Music of sleepy winds, that bless
The buds that grow.
he air is like a mother's hand Laid softly on a throbbing brow,
And o'er the darksome, dewy land The peace of heaven is stealing now,
While, hand in hand,
Young angels tell the flowers how​

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