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Orphaned, I cry to thee: / Sweet sleep! O kneel and be / A mother unto me!
Calm thou my childish fears: / Fold -- fold mine eyelids to, all tenderly, / And dry my tears.
Come, Sleep, all drowsy-eyed / And faint with languor, -- slide / Thy dim face down beside / Mine own, and let me rest / And nestle in thy heart, and there abide, / A favored guest.
Good night to every care, / And shadow of despair!
Good night to all things where / Within is no delight! -- / Sleep opens her dark arms, and, swooning there, / I sob: Good night -- good night!