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How sweet, how comfortable, how like a dream

you let me live without a fear or fright,

you let me do whate’er that I will deem

a project worth keeping me up at night.

You tell my tender heart: go on, do stay,

and fill your mind with whate’er thing you will,

and I shall keep cold shadows at their bay

and keep the night as soft as it is still.

If ever you should lose the love you hold

and cease to solace me on nights like these,

‘tis then I’ll know the meaning of the cold,

and how much I have loved your expertise.

O dear companion of the night, live long—

my dear electric space heater, stay strong.

~~~

There is no rest for me, not without thee,

not wanting the nepenthe that thou art,

not on the sea of woes that swallows me

whenever we are cruelly pried apart.

No pillow can address my head as well

as does the softness in thy precious gaze.

No quilt nor comforter can match the spell

that falls on me from thee beneath moon rays.

I wish not that this misery is matched,

that you are as insomnious as this;

but if you are by this same nuisance snatched,

don’t let thy wanting go, e’en now, amiss.

But, in the meantime, every sleepless night

will make it sweeter when we make it right.