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She sleeps: her breathings are not heard. In palace chambers far apart. The fragrant tresses are not stirr'd. That lie upon her charmed heart. She sleeps: on either hand upswells. The gold-fringed pillow lightly prest: She sleeps, nor dreams, but ever dwells. A perfect form in perfect rest.

Alfred Lord Tennyson