Loud heart, that sleep'st when the world's awake,
by Anne Whitney
Loud heart, that sleep'st when the world's awake,
I pray you sleep now; go to your rest,
O owl-like and wild, and let me take
The calm and the full delight, that o'er
My quiet room the moonbeams pour,
Into my arms and unto my breast,
And ask for nothing more.
Source:
PoemsCopyright 1859
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