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When a night is cool and smooth,
No lights embarrassing the dark,
And silken sleep has come to soothe
The last thing wanted – sudden bark.

Sharp noises are a wound to sleep;
They tear apart its tender flesh.
Soft pillows out of down will keep
The peaceful dream-flow swift and fresh.

But stab a noise into peace,
And all the sleeping sheep will flee,
And all the pleasant dreams will cease
As silence breaks like pottery.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

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Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean
And the pleasant land.

Thus the little minutes,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of eternity.

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