Sleep by Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sleep, when a soul that her own clouds cover Wails that sorrow should always keep Watch, nor see in the gloom above her Sleep,
Down, through darkness naked and steep, Sinks, and the gifts of his grace recover Soon the soul, though her wound be deep.
God beloved of us, all men's lover, All most weary that smile or weep Feel thee afar or anear them hover, Sleep.
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