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						Slumber-Song by Siegfried Sassoon 
						
						Sleep; and my song shall build about your bed  A paradise of dimness. You shall feel  The folding of tired wings; and peace will dwell  Throned in your silence: and one hour shall hold  Summer, and midnight, and immensity  Lulled to forgetfulness. For, where you dream,  The stately gloom of foliage shall embower  Your slumbering thought with tapestries of blue.  And there shall be no memory of the sky,  Nor sunlight with its cruelty of swords. But, to your soul that sinks from deep to deep  Through drowned and glimmering colour, Time shall be  Only slow rhythmic swaying; and your breath;  And roses in the darkness; and my love. 						 
						
						
						
						
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