O sleep, we are beholden to thee, sleep,Thou bearest angels to us in the night,Saints out of heaven with palms. Seen by thy lightSorrow is some old tale that goeth not deep;Love is a pouting child.
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Jean Ingelow was a 19th-century English poet and novelist. Jean Ingelow was an English poet and novelist, who gained sudden fame in 1863. She also wrote several stories for children. Read more on Wikipedia →