Insomnia
O would God call a halt, — one moment's halt
To that procession marching through my brain!
I would awake in thankful quiet, lie
And watch the long defile begin again;
Would make no further dry-mouthed moans for sleep;
Would take up patience in sweet hope's default,
And mutely bear the burthen of the hours, —
If God would call a halt, — one moment's halt!
To that procession marching through my brain!
I would awake in thankful quiet, lie
And watch the long defile begin again;
Would make no further dry-mouthed moans for sleep;
Would take up patience in sweet hope's default,
And mutely bear the burthen of the hours, —
If God would call a halt, — one moment's halt!
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