Asleep (June 28, 2018)

Asleep, asleep, asleep is she,

Who’s more than all the world to me.

While through her body runs the health

That’s all to me of all my wealth—

The gold, the diamonds, pearls of lore,

That many men have hunted for,

But l hunt her who’s richness vies

With suns and moons and starry skies,

With million roses in a vale,

And million tulips nodding, hale,

And million sparrows tweeting sweet

In choir of cheer that can’t be beat,

With all the waves of foamy white

And flowing snows on shining height–

For more than all the world is she

Who’s sleeping, sleeping, tenderly.

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