The horrors of sleepby Emily Bronte
Sleep brings no hope to me, In soundest sleep they come, And with their doleful imag'ryDeepen the gloom.
Sleep brings no strength to me, No power renewed to brave;I only sail a wilder sea, A darker wave.
Sleep brings no friend to me to soothe and aid to bear; They all gaze on, how scornfully, And I despair.
Sleep brings no wish to fret My harrassed heart beneath; My only wish is to forget In endless sleep of death.
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