Come, oh, songs! come, oh, dreams!
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Soft the gates of day close,
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Sleep, my birds, sleep, streams!
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Sleep, my wild rose!
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Pool and bud, hill and deep,
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You who wore my robes, sleep!
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Droop, East! die, West!
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Let my land rest.
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Woods, I woke your boughs!
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Hills, I woke your elf-throngs!
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Land, All thy hopes and woes
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Rang from me in songs!
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Come, oh, songs! come, oh,dreams!
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In our house is deep rest,
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Through the pines gleams, gleams,
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Bright the gold West,
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There the flutes shall cry,
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There the viols weep,
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Laugh, my dreams, and sigh!
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Sing, and vigil keep,
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Awake, wild rose.
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To A Wild Rose
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| Nat King Cole |
