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读书笔记 To Sleep
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O soft embalmer of the still midnight

Shutting with careful fingers and benign

Our gloom - pleased eyes, embowered from the light

Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:

O soothest Sleep! If so it please thee, close,

In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes,

Or wait the "Amen", ere thy poppy throws

Around my bed its lulling charities

Then save me, or the passed day will shine

Upon my pillow, breeding many woes;

Save me from curious conscience, that still hoards

Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;

Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,

And seal the hushed casket of my soul.

*** You cannot eat your cake and have it too.

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