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Below the thunders of the upper deep
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But that night, when on my bed I lay
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Encinctur'd with a twine of leaves
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Midnight's bell goes ting! ting! ting!
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On a poet's lips I slept
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She sleeps on soft last breaths
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What is more gentle than a wind in summer?
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When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see
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