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There’s Something Quieter Than Sleep

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There’s something quieter than sleep
Within this inner room!
It wears a sprig upon its breast—
And will not tell its name.
 
Some touch it, and some kiss it—
Some chafe its idle hand—
It has a simple gravity
I do not understand!
 
I would not weep if I were they—
How rude in one to sob!
Might scare the quiet fairy
Back to her native wood!
 
While simple-hearted neighbors
Chat of the “Early dead”—
We—prone to periphrasis
Remark that Birds have fled!
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