That he might come and I unknowing sleep, Absorbed in dreams and only half aware, My storm-cloud consciousness disrupting light. Yet could he pass without a heart uncharmed And by the power of his presence, calmed? Should I not wake and dawn behold in night, Some fragrance catch on a supernal air And by His touch my soul's remembrance keep?
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