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So sick of dreams! the dreams, that stain / The aisle, along which life must pass, / With hues of mystic colored glass, / That fills the windows of the brain.
So sick of thoughts! the thoughts, that carve / The house of days with arabesques / And gargoyles, where the mind grotesques / In masks of hope and faith who starve.
Here lay thy over weary head / Upon my bosom! Do not weep! -- / "He giveth His beloved sleep. " -- / Heart of my heart, be comforted.