Paul Verlaine

Sleep, Darksome, Deep

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Sleep, darksome, deep,
Doth on me fall:
Vain hopes all, sleep,
Sleep, yearnings all!

Lo, I grow blind!
Lo, right and wrong
Fade to my mind....
O sorry song!

A cradle, I,
Rocked in a grave:
Speak low, pass by,
Silence I crave!

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