Patrick Proctor Alexander ( 1 of 1 )
Come to me now! O, come! benignest sleep!
And fold me up, as evening doth a flower,
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Come to me now! O, come! benignest sleep!
And fold me up, as evening doth a flower,
From my vain self, and vain things which have power
Upon my soul to make me smile or weep.
And when thou comest, oh, like Death be deep.
