High Falcon & Other Poems/Sleep to Waking

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SLEEP TO WAKING
The mind that a dream left sullenTurns to the cold clouded lightAnd broods as on a thing lifted from sleep,Upon the bough that shows its bodily leavesColored like shadows, withdrawing them from night;Pondering how many nights ago,Nested among those leaves, the marvelous flockWas telling with its many honey tonguesThe tale of sleep, or if those leaves or no,Since now an elder mind must climb so deepInto sleep's well, after such image there,Or stranger nature, if it come at all,It will come unremembering out of sleep.
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