Augusta Webster (Августа Вебстер)

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DEAR love, good-night. And, tender sleep,
Seal up her lids like these drowsed flowers,
To make day fair when they unclose.
Be hushed around her, Night, and keep
Thy silent guard on her repose;
But speed thine hours.

Dear love, sleep on. This weary space
I wake and long for day and thee,
And count the slow stars from their west.
Sleep while I hunger for thy face,
Sleep, dearest, in unbroken rest;
But dream of me.

1. Joy That's Half Too Keen, and True
2. A Song of a Spring-Time
3. Deserted
4. Coming Home
5. Once

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