Night came and is now long worn
And still to wakefulness I cling
Perhaps afraid to shut these eyes
(These weary eyes!)
And wander to that vast beyond
Where among high hopes and lofty dreams
I walked bright eyed in days of yore
When the world was mine to rout and rule
When I could be one and I could be all
And I'd walk, and run, and take wing and soar...
But now those dreams...
Those dreams are gone
Reality has dimmed those eyes
That burnt back then with glorious flame
And dreamless is my slumber now
Bland, dull, and weary my starless night
And so to wakefulness I cling
There is no balm in Sleep's 'sweet' arms
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