If I again from slumber wake too late
And glimpse just dream's far-distant rocky shore
Still will I think this madness is my fate?
Will I be damned to sleep forevermore?
A kingdom can't divorce itself from lore,
Nor months disgorge holidays from their date,
Nor can I make a couple hours more;
Why must I by this always arise late?
O prince! When you with tender darkness mate,
And bring your forsworn child to the fore,
Remember this! Let me its hunger sate!
Bring me swiftly to Morpheus' door:
For if I am condemned to lasting sleep,
Let it be repose blissful and deep.
- Ethan Osten
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