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And shadowy valley, to the day's dark end,
She whom I thought my ever-faithful friend,
Fair-browed, calm-eyed and mother-bosomed Sleep,
Met me with smiles. ‘Poor longing heart, I keep
Sweet joy for you,' she murmured. ‘I will send
One whom you love, with your own soul to blend
In visions, as the night hours onward creep.'
