Invoking her,mild Sleep
And the bright spot of rest
And all those passed are pale
And frost as death in silence
How soft that state that charms
sweet Death like sleep when calls
And memory in a numb corner stills
O' sleep,let me take,far,for a vaccation
The Poet wants to the Leave the Living World, due to loss of Love and care,before that, he sings a sad Song! :)
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