<h2 id="id00132" style="margin-top: 4em">THE SLUMBER ANGEL</h2>
<p id="id00133">When day is ended, and grey twilight flies<br/>
On silent wings across the tired land,<br/>
The slumber angel cometh from the skies—<br/>
The slumber angel of the peaceful eyes,<br/>
And with the scarlet poppies in his hand.<br/></p>
<p id="id00134">His robes are dappled like the moonlit seas,<br/>
His hair in waves of silver floats afar;<br/>
He weareth lotus-bloom and sweet heartsease,<br/>
With tassels of the rustling green fir trees,<br/>
As down the dusk he steps from star to star.<br/></p>
<p id="id00135">Above the world he swings his curfew bell,<br/>
And sleep falls soft on golden heads and white;<br/>
The daisies curl their leaves beneath his spell,<br/>
The prisoner who wearies in his cell<br/>
Forgets awhile, and dreams throughout the night.<br/></p>
<p id="id00136">* * * * *</p>
<p id="id00137">Even so, in peace, comes that great Lord of rest<br/>
Who crowneth men with amaranthine flowers;<br/>
Who telleth them the truths they have but guessed,<br/>
Who giveth them the things they love the best,<br/>
Beyond this restless, rocking world of ours.<br/></p>
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