A long long Sleep A famous Sleep
A long long Sleep A famous Sleep
That makes no show for Morn
By Stretch of Limb or stir of Lid
An independent One
Was ever idleness like This?
Upon a Bank of Stone
To bask the Centuries away
Nor once look up for Noon?
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