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Lines For Music (good Night! From Music's Softest Spell) Post by :5StarPub Category :Poems Author :Fanny Kemble Date :November 2011 Read :2568

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Lines For Music (good Night! From Music's Softest Spell)

Good night! from music's softest spell
Go to thy dreams: and in thy slumbers,
Fairies, with magic harp and shell,
Sing o'er to thee thy own sweet numbers.

Good night! from Hope's intense desire
Go to thy dreams: and may to-morrow,
Love with the sun returning, fire
These evening mists of doubt and sorrow.

Good night! from hours of weary waking
I'll to my dreams: still in my sleep
To feel the spirit's restless aching,
And ev'n with eyelids closed, to weep.





(The end)
Fanny Kemble's poem: Lines For Music

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