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In memoriam,Go sleep I give my powers away

In memorim ,Go sleep I give my powers away

To sleep I give my powers away,
My will is bondsman to the dark;
I sit within a hemless bark,
And my heart l muse and say,
O heart,how fares it with thee
now,
That I thou should fail from the desire,
Who scarcely derest to imagine,
What makes he beat so low,

Something it is which thou houst lost,
Some pleasure from thine early gelrs,
Break thou deep vase of chilling leys
That grief hath shaken into frost,

Such clouds of nameless trouble cross
All night below the darkened eyes.
with morning wakes the will,and cries
thou shalth, not be the fall
of loss.
 -Tennyson

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