In sleeps like these my soul may sayHe had followed sound reason in slipping awayIn sleeps like these, that wane and crackHe had wished me an insomniacTo silence softening on his leave-So bold to cloak him now and grieveNot one vile cry from me could ceaseThe silence softening my release.He was and had enjoyed a lotWith the beloved I was notIn sleeps like these he sought to guideAnd closed his ...