Do Not Wake Me

 Do not wake me,

for the world in my pleasant dreams,

is a welcomed solace from the sullen streams,

When in the middle of the quietest nights,

entombed fancies take that astral flight,

and the restless soul at last floats free,

Do not wake me...........


S.S

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