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Breathe slumbrous music round me, sweet and slow,
To honied phrases set!
Into the land of dreams I long to go.
Bid me forget!
--
Mandragora, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

 

Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

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Over dew-gleaming flowers,
Night flies away
Till the resting of hours:
Fresh are thy feet
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I'm bidding you a long farewell,
My Mary, kind and true,
But I'll not forget you, darling,
In the land I'm going to.
They say there's bread and work for all,
And the sun shines always there;
But I'll not forget old Ireland,
Were it fifty times as fair.

 

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