| Gift of Sleep... Robert Graves... |
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Let me record for all posterity Your gentle singularity: Black eyes, brimming with tears of more than love, Lips full and moving soundlessly With spells of more than love- Whose presence I invoke for lost sleep To last the whole night through, without dreaming Even should waking be to wake in pain And call on you to grant me sleep again. |
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