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Where sunless rivers weep 
Their waves into the deep, 
She sleeps a charmed sleep: 
Awake her not. 
Led by a single star, 
She came from very far 
To seek where shadows are 
Her pleasant lot. 

She left the rosy morn, 
She left the fields of corn, 
For twilight cold and lorn 
And water springs. 
Through sleep, as through a veil, 
She sees the sky look pale, 
And hears the nightingale 
That sadly sings. 

Rest, rest, a perfect rest 
Shed over brow and breast; 
Her face is toward the west, 
The purple land. 
She cannot see the grain 
Ripening on hill and plain; 
She cannot feel the rain 
Upon her hand. 

Rest, rest, for evermore 
Upon a mossy shore; 
Rest, rest at the heart’s core 
Till time shall cease: 
Sleep that no pain shall wake; 
Night that no morn shall break 
Till joy shall overtake 
Her perfect peace.

Coffe Prince

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