Quote#Kindness
Sleep, with her tender balm, her touch so kind
Quote byPauline Johnson · 1861–1913
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The White Wampum (1895), "Overlooked", line 1; p. 57..
English (original)
Sleep, with her tender balm, her touch so kind, Has passed me by; Afar I see her vesture, velvet-lined, Float silently; O! Sleep, my tired eyes had need of thee! Is thy sweet kiss not meant to-night for me?
— Pauline Johnson
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