Sleep.
OO PRECIOUS Morphia! I sanctifyThe soothing power that in a painless swoonLaps my weak limbs, giving me strength to lie,Till sacred dawn increases unto noon:Then when, from highest meridional height,The sun devolves, and cooling breezes wake,It is a comfort and divine delightThe weary bed exhausted to forsake,And bathe my temples in the blessed air.But when day wanes, and the wind-moaning nightDeepens to darkness, then thy virtue rare,O dream-creative liquid! brings delight,Thy silver drops, diffusive, kindly steepThe senses in the golden juice of sleep.
OO PRECIOUS Morphia! I sanctifyThe soothing power that in a painless swoonLaps my weak limbs, giving me strength to lie,Till sacred dawn increases unto noon:Then when, from highest meridional height,The sun devolves, and cooling breezes wake,It is a comfort and divine delightThe weary bed exhausted to forsake,And bathe my temples in the blessed air.But when day wanes, and the wind-moaning nightDeepens to darkness, then thy virtue rare,O dream-creative liquid! brings delight,Thy silver drops, diffusive, kindly steepThe senses in the golden juice of sleep.
OO PRECIOUS Morphia! I sanctifyThe soothing power that in a painless swoonLaps my weak limbs, giving me strength to lie,Till sacred dawn increases unto noon:Then when, from highest meridional height,The sun devolves, and cooling breezes wake,It is a comfort and divine delightThe weary bed exhausted to forsake,And bathe my temples in the blessed air.But when day wanes, and the wind-moaning nightDeepens to darkness, then thy virtue rare,O dream-creative liquid! brings delight,Thy silver drops, diffusive, kindly steepThe senses in the golden juice of sleep.
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