Now i lay(with everywhere around)me
(the great dim deep sound
of rain;and of always and of nowhere)and
what a gently welcoming darkestness--now i lay me down(in a most steep
more than music)feeling that sunlight is
(life and day are)only loaned:whereas
night is given(night and death and the rainare given;and given is how beautifully snow)now i lay me down to dream of(nothing
i or any somebody or you
can begin to begin to imagine)something which nobody may keep.
now i lay me down to dream of Spring
–E. E. Cummings
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