Anne Whitney

1821-1915

 

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.

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