"To sleep, perchance to dream…ah, sweet sleep, that knits up the raveled sleeve of care."

Morning brings
Promise of rain
Sleep has erased
Fretful thoughts.
A walk-about
Reveals fresh green
And a wealth
Of April flowers.
Nothing good
Comes of decisions
Made is sorrow
Made in the night
Which can best
Be defined
As the last hours
Before sweet sleep’s
Delight.
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