<h2><SPAN name="page24"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>SLEEP’S TREACHERY</h2>
<p class="poetry">As the grey twilight, tiptoed down the deep<br/>
And shadowy valley, to the day’s dark end,<br/>
She whom I thought my ever-faithful friend,<br/>
Fair-browed, calm-eyed and mother-bosomed Sleep,<br/>
Met me with smiles. ‘Poor longing heart, I keep<br/>
Sweet joy for you,’ she murmured.
‘I will send<br/>
One whom you love, with your own soul to blend<br/>
In visions, as the night hours onward creep.’</p>
<p class="poetry">I trusted her; and watched by starry beams,<br/>
I slumbered soundly, free from all alarms.<br/>
Then not my love, but one long
banished came,<br/>
Led by false Sleep, down secret stairs of dreams<br/>
And clasped me, unresisting in fond arms.<br/>
Oh, treacherous sleep—to
sell me to such shame!</p>
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