Beauty Rest Calls

back! back ye effusive hounds
for the clock chimes thrice of bed
alarm of rest doth demand bounds
tis time to rest my weary head

yonder pillow doth bequeath
a merry tale of dreams unknown
mind of mettle i find beneath
happenings of day hence i sown

forever in thine thoughts of gold
beauty rests for morning light
in thine eyes i not look so old
but without it, hither i might

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