I want to sleep, yet I cannot -
there is too much to do. My heavy lids have had their lot, but this is nothing new. I cannot think, I cannot write, yet soldier on I must, the best of thoughts occur at night- I shan’t let them turn to dust. The land of slumber beckons me, I protest: “just one more verse!” Soon off to doze I’ll blithely go, Though I’ll do some thinking first.
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