While she spake my heart did leap.
Waking is man's life, and sleep-
What is sleep?-a little death
Coming after, and methought
Life is mine and death is nought
Till it come,-so day is mine
I will risk the sleep to shine
In the waking.
And she saith,
In a soft voice clear and low,
'Give thy plumèd cap also
For a token
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