The Spell

Heaven, in love, to fall asleep!
Hell, in love, to lie awake and weep!
Love is sleep, a divine sleep,
Where beauty is the dream,
Where nothing beautiful goes, but it returns,
Where beauty is beautiful because it yearns
For the same loveliness to always keep
Its vision, as the moon’s cloudy beam
Keeps lit the evening cloud,
Far above the wakeful and the proud.

Heaven, in love, to lie awake
Only for the beloved’s sake
In a spell that cannot break,
So tender is the spell, and small,
The sighing hardly apparent at all
In her breath’s dear rise and fall,
You cannot escape its beauty that surrounds
Your bed with sweetly whispered sounds,
Oblivious to the world that weeps,
For it sleeps.

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