I See Thee Sleep and Dream

I see thee sleep and dream of wakefulness.
Your silken tresses slowly bow and flow.

How is't that thee may sop?
Through the many stops and starts be
Like a drunkards stock.

And now I see thee from the side
And the slight crease on thine forehead
Makes me pine for mine own fair kindred.

Lo!
Thee are now depart.
Farewell.
I did not see thee e'en start to leave.
Into the darkness.
Into the darkness.
Farewell.

I wonder how far you have gone.
How many steps between us?
Is your journey done?
We'd only just begun.

Farewell

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