Give me the potent draught that Helen poured To lull Telemachus! Make me forget All present peril, all old sins, and let Me dream, in peace. Long threat'ning, Fate's sharp sword Before my eyes has hung--about me roared The battle's clamor. Sore I am beset-- New fears and ancient pains together met Assail me, who for peace have long implored: Give me at last to drink, and let them flee, The baffled ghosts that watch me sullenly, To those waste fields that waiting shadows keep; And down some waveless tide, in quiet deep As set of day upon a quiet sea, Oh, let me drift and dream, and fall on sleep!
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