MY LADY SLEEP
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And evermore her tranquil lips breathe balm,
And silent as a dream her garments flow.
And silent as a dream her garments flow.
She comes, she goes—whence, whither—who can tell?
Angels of God, do ye her secret keep?
Know ye the talisman, the sign, the spell,
The mystic password of my Lady Sleep?
Angels of God, do ye her secret keep?
Know ye the talisman, the sign, the spell,
The mystic password of my Lady Sleep?
