Copyright © 2001 by Paul Howarth
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Sleep, my love, sleep, rest, my love, rest.
Dieth the moan of the wind in the tree,
Foldeth her pinions the bird in her nest,
Sinketh the sun to his bed in the sea.
Sleep! sleep! lull'd on my breast,
Tossing and troubled and thinking of me,
Tossing and troubled and thinking of me.

Hush, my love, hush, with petals that close,
Bowing and bending their heads to the lee,
Fainteth the lily, and fadeth the rose,
Sighing and sad for desire of the bee.
Hush! hush! drooping like those,
Weary of watching and waiting for me,
Weary of watching and waiting for me.

Peace, my love, peace! falleth the night,
Veiling in shadows her glory for thee,
Eyes may be darkened while visions are bright,
Sense may be fettered though fancy is free.
Peace! peace! slumb'ring light,
Half sleeping, thinking and dreaming of me.
Peace! peace! slumb'ring light,
Half sleeping, thinking and dreaming, and dreaming of me.

By Arthur Sullivan
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Dream My Love
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