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DreamyElizabeth von Schonberg

Sleep

Sleep bears a priceless crown laid on the brow By gentle fingers of the silent night. Her robes are starlit dreams dropt tenderly As dawn breaks, and she flees before his light! And while we rest there in the arms of sleep The spirit free to wander—who can say Which is the dream, and which reality? This we shall know when we awake—some day!
DreamyElizabeth von Schonberg

Remembrance

Do you remember When a little child And wakened from some troubled dream In stillest, darkest hour of the night Startled and afraid, Your childish hand reached out Touched some familiar thing— Perhaps one that had shared Your hours of play; And with a sigh of deep content, Your sleep flushed cheek Was laid again upon the warm pillow The memory of those play-time hours Mayhap the tho't of sunny days to come Made sweet your sleep Altho the night
DreamyElizabeth von Schonberg

Minx

Why did you in a dream return last night When you had safely gone so long ago? I was surprised to see you standing there To find that you could still disturb me so!
InspiredElizabeth von Schonberg

Hope

When Evening enfolds Day with shadow'd wings And Night leans on the bosom of the sky The quiet darkness falls and new strength brings While weary hearts in blessed slumber lie. But ah, how sweet the first bird's fragile song To those who have watched thru the long, cold night The reassuring harbinger of dawn Brings to the tired soul, hope's tender light.
CheerfulElizabeth von Schonberg

Sleepyhead

Is it night or morning now? That's what I'd like to know! Eyelids weighted down with sleep Dare not risk a single peep— I MIGHT see some waking light! Is it morning—or still night?

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