Grieve not, sweetheart, for anything—

The year, the year is gathering. 

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XXXIV


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[30].
Grieve not, sweetheart, for anything—

The year, the year is gathering. 

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XXXIV


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[30].
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