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The Sleeper

Rating: 3.6
At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
And, softly dripping, drop by drop,
Upon the quiet mountain top,
Steals drowsily and musically
Into the universal valley.
The rosemary nods upon the grave;
The lily lolls upon the wave;
Wrapping the fog about its breast,
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* Sunprincess * 16 September 2015
....so imaginative and vivid ?
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Fred Scott 20 August 2015
As usual Edgar is spooky in all his work but enjoyable!
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Mark Arvizu 08 September 2014
always so macabre...
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Angela Hoffman 14 June 2010
Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear? Why and what art thou dreaming here? ~I don't know why, but this is my favorite line throughout the whole poem. Beautiful.
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