Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 168

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CLXVIII IN THAT SLEEP OF DEATH WHAT DREAMS MAY COME?"
O grant me darkness! Let no gleam
 Recall the visionary ray!
Give me to sleep without a dream.
 Too often have I dreamt by day.
The dreams of day are all too strong;
Give me undreaming sleep, and long.

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If blackest night be of the stuff
 Whereof sun-woven days are made,
I that have dreamed, and dreamed enough
 Tremble, of dreamier dreams afraid.
Give to the heart Thy dreams have blest
The dark unconsciousness of rest!

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