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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Before Sleep</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the creeping nets of sleep<br>Stretch about and gather nigh,<br>And the midnight dim and deep<br>Like a spirit passes by,<br>Trailing from her crystal dress<br>Dreams and silent frostiness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet a moment, ere I be<br>Tangled in the snares of night,<br>All the dreamy heart of me<br>To my Lady takes its flight,<br>To her chamber where she lies,<br>Wrapt in midnight phantasies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over many a glinting street<br>And the snow capped roofs of men,<br>Towers that tremble with the beat<br>Of the midnight bells, and then,<br>Where my body may not be,<br>Stands my spirit holily.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wake not, Lady, wake not soon:<br>Through the frosty windows fall<br>Broken glimmers of the moon<br>Dimly on the floor and wall;<br>Wake not, Lady, never care,<br>'Tis my spirit kneeling there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let him kneel a moment now,<br>For the minutes fly apace;<br>Let him see the sleeping brow,<br>And the sweetly rounded face:<br>He shall tell me soon aright<br>How my lady looks to-night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How her tresses out and in<br>Fold in many a curly freak,<br>Round about the snowy chin<br>And the softly tinted cheek,<br>Where no sorrows now can weep,<br>And the dimples lie asleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How her eyelids meet and match,<br>Gathered in two dusky seams,<br>Each the little creamy thatch<br>Of an azure house of dreams,<br>Or two flowers that love the light<br>Folded softly up at night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How her bosom, breathing low,<br>Stirs the wavy coverlet<br>With a motion soft and slow:<br>Oh, my Lady, wake not yet;<br>There without a thought of guile<br>Let my spirit dream a while.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, my spirit back to me,<br>Hurry soon and have a care;<br>Love will turn to agony,<br>If you rashly linger there;<br>Bending low as spirits may,<br>Touch her lips and come away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, fond spirit, beauty-fed,<br>Turning when your wave is o'er,<br>Weave a cross above the bed<br>And a sleep-rune on the floor,<br>That no evil enter there,<br>Ugly shapes and dreams beware.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, ye looming nets of sleep,<br>Ye may have me all your own,<br>For the night is wearing deep<br>And the ice-winds whisk and moan;<br>Come with all your drowsy stress,<br>Dreams and silent frostiness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Archibald+Lampman">Archibald Lampman</a><div class=q>
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Stretch about and gather nigh,
And the midnight dim and deep
Like a spirit passes by,
Trailing from her crystal dress
Dreams and silent frostiness.

Yet a moment, ere I be
Tangled in the snares of night,
All the drea..."></div>
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