English poem
Poem 168 (If blackest night be of the…)
by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861–1907)
If blackest night be of the stuff Whereof sun-woven days are made, I that have dreamed, and dreamed enough Tremble, of dreamier dreams afraid. Give to the heart Thy dreams have blest The dark unconsciousness of rest!
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