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March 7, 2009 in Poems, Time and Eternity | No comments
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By stretch of limb or stir of lid, – An independent one.
Was ever idleness like this? Within a hut of stone To bask the centuries away Nor once look up for noon?
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