Sleep Now, O Sleep Now, par James Joyce

James Joyce

Sleep Now, O Sleep Now

Sleep now, O sleep now,

O you unquiet heart!

A voice crying “Sleep now”

Is heard in my heart.

The voice of the winter

Is heard at the door.

O sleep, for the winter

Is crying “Sleep no more.”

My kiss will give peace now

And quiet to your heart ——

Sleep on in peace now,

O you unquiet heart!

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