The Magnetic Lady To Her Patient.

1.     'Sleep, sleep on! forget thy pain;     My hand is on thy brow,     My spirit on thy brain;     My pity on thy heart, poor friend;     And from my fingers flow     The powers of life, and like a sign,     Seal thee from thine hour of woe;     And brood on thee, but may not blend     With thine.     2.     'Sleep, sleep on! I love thee not;     But when I think that he     Who made and makes my lot     As full of flowers as thine of weeds,     Might have been lost like thee;     And that a hand which was not mine     Might then have charmed his agony     As I another's - my heart bleeds     For thine.     3.     'Sleep, sleep, and with the slumber of     The dead and the unborn     Forget thy life and love;     Forget that thou must wake forever;     Forget the world's dull scorn;     Forget lost health, and the divine     Feelings which died in youth's brief morn;     And forget me, for I can never     Be thine.     4.     'Like a cloud big with a May shower,     My soul weeps healing rain     On thee, thou withered flower!     It breathes mute music on thy sleep     Its odour calms thy brain!     Its light within thy gloomy breast     Spreads like a second youth again.     By mine thy being is to its deep     Possessed.     5.     'The spell is done. How feel you now?'     'Better - Quite well,' replied     The sleeper. - 'What would do     You good when suffering and awake?     What cure your head and side? - '     'What would cure, that would kill me, Jane:     And as I must on earth abide     Awhile, yet tempt me not to break     My chain.'