...unconscious impulse, she caressed her palm over his cheek. "Sleep, Mr. Farrell. Just sleep." Chapter 7 Though thy slumber may be deep, Yet thy spirit shall not sleep ... LORD BYRON, MANFRED ACT I For long hours he tossed and turned, his body aching, shivering with...

...leaves are still In the shadow of the hill, Shall my soul be upon thine, With a power and a sign. . . . There are shades which will not vanish, There are...a Power to thee unknown, Thou canst never be alone . . . And to thee shall Night deny All the quiet of her sky . . . The version of Poe's poem in his...