Of visions glean'd o'er years gone by
Behind twitching lashes closed in sleep
Lie shadows of an ill used life
In abundent dreams of grief
Tis no escape less I wake
Leaving remnants clinging on to muse
Greeting me at dawns arrival
Fetting me the morning thru
Sleep O' sleep why dost thou with horrors old
Besiege slumber's sweet reprieve
When the starry night unfolds
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