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1863–1894

NIGHTFALL

Robert Fuller Murray

Let me sleep. The day is past, And the folded shadows keep Weary mortals safe and fast. Let me sleep.

I am all too tired to weep For the sunlight of the Past Sunk within the drowning deep. Treasured vanities I cast

In an unregarded heap. Time has given rest at last. Let me sleep.

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