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The other night I lay within my bed,
An oyster-man came crying through the streets ; And straight, as if I stood on dusky shores,
I saw the tremulous silver of the sea
Set to some coast beneath the mighty moon.
Just when my soul was sinking into dream,
hand in his,
And led me down unto the under-world.
We stood beside a drowsy-creeping stream Which ever through a land of twilight stole Unrippled, smooth as oil. It slipped 'tween cliffs
’ Gloomy with pines that ne'er were vexed with wind. The cliffs stood deep in dream. The stream slid on, Nor murmured in its sleep. There was no noise ; The winds were folded o'er that drowsy place; The poppies hung unstirred. I asked its name. Sleep murmured “ Lethe.” “ Drink of it,” I thought, “ And all my past shall be washed out at once.” I knelt, and lifted pale beseeching hands“ I have drunk poison, and can sleep no more ; Give me this water, for I would forget.” But Sleep stood silent, and his eyes were closed. “ Give me this water, for I would forget; Give me this precious water, that I may Bear to my brothers in the upper-world, And they shall call me happy,'Sent of God, And Earth shall rest.” Sleep answered, “ Every night
" When I am sitting 'neath the lonely stars,
The world within my lap, I hear it mourn
His orbs were blind with tears—he could not tell.
I asked of Grief, as with red eyes he came
His name is Death: seek him, and he may
I cried, “O angel, is there no one else ?"
But Sleep stood silent, and his eyes were closed.
Methought, when I awoke, “ We have two lives ; The soul of man is like the rolling world, One half in day, the other dipt in night; The one has music and the flying cloud, The other, silence and the wakeful stars.” I drew my window-curtains, and instead Of the used yesterday, there laughing stood A new-born morning from the Infinite Before my very
heart leaped up. Inexorable Labour called me forth;
And as I hurried through the busy streets,
There was a sense of envy
Of lazy lengths of rivers in the sun,