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Sleep

COME, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving
   Lock me in delight awhile;
   Let some pleasing dreams beguile
   All my fancies; that from thence
   I may feel an influence
All my powers of care bereaving!

Though but a shadow, but a sliding,
   Let me know some little joy!
   We that suffer long annoy
   Are contented with a thought
   Through an idle fancy wrought:
O let my joys have some abiding!

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