Cease, teeming brain, from your starr’d toil and wear
While imminent night’s icy hand doth bare
Intruding erosion upon this head
Trodden by grip of cold caricature
A sip, a tincture of the flower’s vein
As med’cine removes the dissident stain
Drink this cup, a dreamy dissolution
To excise the charges’ flickering bane
Valerian’s blood in fermented stead
Of cabernet’s ancient stone jars embed
Wash away the dread, verve-yielding despair
Sailing the seas of the inner masthead
Forbid this distress, discharge revulsion
Enter sleep’s abyss, life’s absolution
Sink deep, o head, feathered lair now sustained
Awake with Christ, balm of reparation
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