
时间:1976-01-01
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Come heavy sleep the image of true death
And close up these my weary weeping eies:
Whose spring of tears doth stop my vitall breath
And tears my hart with sorrows sign swoln cries:
Com and possess my tired thoughts worne soule
That living dies till thou on me be stoule
Com and possess my tired thoughts worne soule
That living dies till thou on me be stoule
Come shadow of my end and shape of rest
Allied to death child to blakefact night:
Come thou and charm these rebels in my breast
Whose waking fancies doe my mind affright
O come sweet sleepe come or I die ever:
Come ere my last sleep comes or come never
O come sweet sleepe come or I die ever:
Come ere my last sleep comes or come never