Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 168

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CLXVIII IN THAT SLEEP OF DEATH WHAT DREAMS MAY COME?"
O grant me darkness! Let no gleam Recall the visionary ray!Give me to sleep without a dream. Too often have I dreamt by day.The dreams of day are all too strong;Give me undreaming sleep, and long.
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If blackest night be of the stuff Whereof sun-woven days are made,I that have dreamed, and dreamed enough Tremble, of dreamier dreams afraid.Give to the heart Thy dreams have blestThe dark unconsciousness of rest!

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