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Sleep Till The End, True Soul And Sweet! Nothing Comes To Thee New Or Strange.
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Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet!
Nothing comes to thee new or strange.
Sleep full of rest from head to feet;
Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.
-- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
-- To J. S.
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This is thy hour, O Soul; Thy free flight into the wordless Away from books, from art.
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Don't hate yourself in the morning - Sleep till noon.
Don't hate yourself in the morning -- sleep till noon.