God, like all highest things, Hides light in shade, And in the night his visitings To sleep and dreams are clearliest made.
The wind is rising on the sea,The windy white foam-dancers leap;And the sea moans uneasily,And turns to sleep, and cannot sleep.
I have laid sorrow to sleep;Love sleeps.She who oft made me weepNow weeps.
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