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Villanelle Of Sunset

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Come hither, Child! and rest:     This is the end of day,     Behold the weary West!     Sleep rounds with equal zest     Man's toil and children's play:     Come hither, Child! and rest.     My white bird, seek thy nest,     Thy drooping head down lay:     Behold the weary West!     Now are the flowers confest     Of slumber: sleep, as they!     Come hither, Child! and rest.     Now eve is manifest,     And homeward lies our way:     Behold the weary West!     Tired flower! upon my breast,     I would wear thee alway:     Come hither, Child! and rest;     Behold, the weary West!

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