Well He Slumbers, Greatly Slain Poem by William Watson

Well He Slumbers, Greatly Slain

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Well he slumbers, greatly slain,
Who in splendid battle dies;
Deep his sleep in midmost main
Pillowed upon pearl who lies.

Ease, of all good gifts the best,
War and wave at last decree:
Love alone denies us rest,
Crueller than sword or sea.

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