Love and Sleep

 I have laid sorrow to sleep; 
Love sleeps.
 
She who oft made me weep 
Now weeps.
 

I loved, and have forgot, 
And yet 
Love tells me she will not 
Forget.
 

She it was bid me go; 
Love goes 
By what strange ways, ah! no 
One knows.
 

Because I cease to weep, 
She weeps.
 
Here by the sea in sleep, 
Love sleeps.

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