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Oh the dreamy world of sleep for me,

With its visions pure and bright, —

Its fairy throngs in revelry,

Under the pale moonlight!

Sleep, sleep, I wait for thy spell,

For my eyes are heavy with watching well

For the starry night, and the world of dreams

That ever in sleep on my spirit beams.

The day, the day, I cannot 'bide,

'Tis dull and dusty and drear —

And, owl-like, away from the sun I hide,

That in dreams I may wander freer.

Sleep, sleep, come to my eyes —

Welcome as blue to the midnight skies —

Faithful as dew to drooping flowers —

I only live in thy dreamy bowers.

The sun is purpling down the west,

Day's death-robes glitter fair,

And weary men, agasp for rest,

For the solemn night prepare.

Sleep, sleep, hasten to me!

The shadows lengthen across the lea;

The birds are weary, and so am I;

Tired world and dying day good-bye!