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Thomas Hood - Serenade
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Ah, sweet, thou little knowest how 
I wake and passionate watches keep; 
And yet while I address thee now, 
Methinks thou smilest in thy sleep. 
`Tis sweet enough to make me weep, 
That tender thought of love and thee, 
That while the world is hush`d so deep, 
Thy soul`s perhaps awake to me! 
Sleep on, sleep on, sweet bride of sleep! 
With golden visions of thy dower, 
While I this midnight vigil keep, 
And bless thee in thy silent bower; 
To me `tis sweeter than the power 
Of sleep, and fairy dreams unfurl`d, 
That I alone, at this still hour, 
In patient love outwatch the world.
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