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The Sleeper
At midnight, in the month of June
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim.
Exhales from out her golden rim
And, softly dripping, drop by drop
Upon the quiet mountain top
Steals drowsily and musically
Into the universal valley
The rosemary nods upon the grave
The ruin molders into rest
Looking like Lethe, see! the lake
A conscious slumber seems to take
And would not, for the world, awake.
All Beauty sleeps!- and lo! where lies
Irene, with her Destinies!
O, lady bright! can it be right-