AUGUST EIGHTH

Thy brother Death came, and cried,

Wouldst thou me?

Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed,

Murmured like a noontide bee,

Shall I nestle near thy side?

Wouldst thou me? - And I replied,

No, not thee!

To Night

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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