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I. IMPROMPTUS by Solomon S. Drogin

59. Torn

What matters it to you
	That sleepless I welcome sleep
Weary to clasp it to my arms
	Which desired to enfold thee

Reflection halts me, reason stays
	Be a man, human in your actions
Not as a beast jungle roaming
	Or a bird the winged heavens flying

Thus impelled, I raise my voice
	To you, O Muse, my limbs are weary
Calm my mind, rest my heart
	That night may take me to her care