Sleep Falls on these eyes
To welcome the end
What daily, hourly
Intrusive attend.
What sounding for bugs
On one's life impose;
Those needs, to be busy
Insanely propose!
Deeper sunk in chair.
And as Time-forgot
Whom loosed of Earth's bounds
Feel drop off - the lot!
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