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The Heart Asleep
Within me now my heart's asleepAnd none shall wake it more;
The silence of all pain is deep
Within me. Now my heart's asleep,
It dreams of joys it might not keep;
And nothing looks before
Within me now. My heart's asleep
And none shall wake it more.
(The end)
Laurence Alma-Tadema's poem: Heart Asleep
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