Night Song

Night Song

WHEN on thy pillow lying,

Half listen,I implore,

And at my lute’s soft sighing,

Sleep on!what wouldst thou more?

For at my lute’s[198]soft sighing

The stars their blessings pour

On feelings never-dying;

Sleep on!what wouldst thou more?

Those feelings never-dying

My spirit aid to soar

From earthly conflicts trying;

Sleep on!what wouldst thou more?

From earthly conflicts trying

Thou driv’st me to this shore;

Through thee I’m thither flying,—

Sleep on!what wouldst thou more?

Through thee I’m hither flying,

Thou wilt not list before

In slumbers thou art lying：

Sleep on!what wouldst thou more?

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