Lull me to sleep, ye winds, whose fitful sound
Seems from some faint Aeolian harp-string caught;
Seal up the hundred wakeful eyes of thought
Sleep and death is two things that work very well in literary or artistic work Call thee the lesser mystery at the feast Whereof the greater mystery is death!
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