O soft embalmer of the still midnight Shutting with careful fingers and benign Our gloom-pleas'd eyes embower'd 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 lords Its strength for darkness burrowing like a mole; Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards And seal the hushed casket of my soul.深圳指南针工业设计,产品设计,工业设计有限公司,提供产品设计,工业设计,产品设产品设计方案服务
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