Under the angelic shade of sleep
I lie no more to weep ;
The pricks of life there can not creep
With joy alone if I have to weep ;
There in that world too dark and deep
Far away for human eye to peep.
I see mild, bleating shining sheep
Browsing beside the golden heap ;
I see light-footed fairies sweep
Through fragrant air and leap
With joy over the flowery heap
And laugh at me from heights too steep
To touch my earthly eyes asleep
Under the shades of slumber deep.
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7th December, 2016 Somaseshu Gutala
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