On this my pensive pillow, gentle Sleep!
Descend, in all thy downy plumage drest:
Wipe with thy wing these eyes that wake to weep,
And place thy crown of poppies on my breast.
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A very soothing poem about sleep and so magnificently expressed. Truly enjoyed it.