A Wish for Dreamful Sleep

A low dead Thunder muttered thro' the Night,
As twere a Giant angry in his Sleep —
Nature! sweet Nurse! O take me in thy Lap —
And tell me of my Father yet unseen
Sweet Tales & True, that lull me into Sleep,
& leave me dreaming. —
[1811. From MS]
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