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<h2> The Charm </h2>
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In darkness the loud sea makes moan;<br/>
And earth is shaken, and all evils creep<br/>
About her ways.<br/>
Oh, now to know you sleep!<br/>
Out of the whirling blinding moil, alone,<br/>
Out of the slow grim fight,<br/>
One thought to wing — to you, asleep,<br/>
In some cool room that's open to the night<br/>
Lying half-forward, breathing quietly,<br/>
One white hand on the white<br/>
Unrumpled sheet, and the ever-moving hair<br/>
Quiet and still at length! . . .<br/>
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Your magic and your beauty and your strength,<br/>
Like hills at noon or sunlight on a tree,<br/>
Sleeping prevail in earth and air.<br/>
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In the sweet gloom above the brown and white<br/>
Night benedictions hover; and the winds of night<br/>
Move gently round the room, and watch you there.<br/>
And through the dreadful hours<br/>
The trees and waters and the hills have kept<br/>
The sacred vigil while you slept,<br/>
And lay a way of dew and flowers<br/>
Where your feet, your morning feet, shall tread.<br/>
And still the darkness ebbs about your bed.<br/>
Quiet, and strange, and loving-kind, you sleep.<br/>
And holy joy about the earth is shed;<br/>
And holiness upon the deep.<br/></p>
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