Faint-hearted lass, are you where
Your dreams have placed you?
Not as yet? Not even close
In that otherwise comatose
Wakefulness, day goads?
Then to this fine sleeper's creed
Are not living true:
'Fear not, nightly wise, as far
What unto the Morning Star
New day, new life bodes'.
Morning Star: Venus; planet of love.
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