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When day is ended, and grey twilight flies / On silent wings across the tired land, / The slumber angel cometh from the skies -- / The slumber angel of the peaceful eyes, / And with the scarlet poppies in his hand.
His robes are dappled like the moonlit seas, / His hair in waves of silver floats afar; / He weareth lotus-bloom and sweet heartsease, / With tassels of the rustling green fir trees, / As down the dusk he steps from star to star.
Above the world he swings his curfew bell, / And sleep falls soft on golden heads and white; / The daisies curl their leaves beneath his spell, / The prisoner who wearies in his cell / Forgets awhile, and dreams throughout the night.
Even so, in peace, comes that great Lord of rest / Who crowneth men with amaranthine flowers; / Who telleth them the truths they have but guessed, / Who giveth them the things they love the best, / Beyond this restless, rocking world of ours.