“Come Sleep.”

The Sun is setting;
Roots of trees
Creep ‘round my
Tired bones.

All the Nymphs have
Bowed their heads—
The Daisy and
The Rose.

Calling me,
They ask for help—
Or ask for me
To come

With them to Sleep
Until the spring,
For they and I
Are one.

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