THE POEM
V.
Ah, you seem so sound asleep!
Body laved in stillness deep,
Soul, whose silent slumbers keep
Ah, you seem so sound asleep!
Body laved in stillness deep,
Soul, whose silent slumbers keep
Far away the restlessness
Of the stupid world's distress,
Plastic to the dream's caress.
Of the stupid world's distress,
Plastic to the dream's caress.
And I am so far away,
Here, where my quick fancies play
With your quiet self today!
Here, where my quick fancies play
With your quiet self today!
Why seek within a printed place,
When in her sleeping beauty lies,
With moveless breast and peaceful face,
A poem before my eyes?
When in her sleeping beauty lies,
With moveless breast and peaceful face,
A poem before my eyes?
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