Tag: Prudentius
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Before Sleep
Before Sleep The toil of the day is ebbing,The quiet comes again,In slumber deep relaxingThe limbs of tired men. And minds with anguish shaken,And spirits racked with grief,The cup of all forgettingHave drunk and found relief. The still Lethean watersNow steal through every vein,And men no more rememberThe meaning of their pain. Let, the weary […]
Dan Yingst 