How happy he whose toil Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd A pleasing lassitude; he not in vain Invokes the gentle Deity of dreams. His pow'rs the most voluptuously dissolve In soft repose; on him the balmy dews Of Sleep with double nutriment descend.
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Let us, using our double vision,
travel two worlds in one and form
a single double song
that splashes out in ripples
of thought and blood
that eddy, wrinkle and wake
through the double skies
of our single universe, and break
into rainbow vowels that sing
soft lullabies,
and fall as light
in both our worlds.
Robert Butts