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Stephen Vincent Benet - In A Glass Of Water before RetiringStephen Vincent Benet - In A Glass Of Water before Retiring
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Now the day Burns away. Most austere Night is here Time for sleep. And, to sleep, If you please, For release Into peace, Think of these. Snails that creep, Silver-slow; Streams that flow, Murmuring, Murmuring; Bells that chime, Sweet clear c-o-o-1; Of a pool Hushed so still Stars drowse there, Sleepy-fair; Of a hill Drenched with night, Drowned with moon`s Lovely light; Of soft tunes, Played so slow, Kind and low, You sink down, Into down, Into rest, Into the perfect whiteness, The drowsy, drowsy lightness, The warm, clean, sleepy feathers of a       slumbering bird`s white breast.
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