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To Sleep I give my powers away; / My will is bondsman to the dark; / I sit within a helmless bark, / And with my heart I muse and say:
O heart, how fares it with thee now, / That thou should'st fail from thy desire, / Who scarcely darest to inquire, / "What is it makes me beat so low?"