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Sleep, sleep, curtained round / By dim-coloured tapestries, / Wrought of dreams, nor let the sound / Stir thee of my melodies.
May sleep come to thee as slow / And as soft as falling snow!
Stars set in their spheres / Presage for thee all delight; / Sleep fall soft as tears / Of the stars the dews of night; / All fair things about thee keep, / Music that doth mix with sleep.
Dreams come, shining things, / Through the curtains of thy bed; / Doves fly with soft wings / Round thy golden, drowsy head: / Sleep, dream, dreaming smile, / Curtained from the world awhile.