Somnolence

Her spirit fled Like eager echo in the wake of sound Down the charmed pathway of that tinkling song Till it began to swell to graver note, As when the sacred stream with hundred mouths Cries forth its passion to the listening deep, Then murmurous dreams again its natal dreams.

She felt the longing arms of ocean old Twine round her spirit in an amorous clasp, And through her thrilled his passion old as earth Yet pure and deep as of the blooming youth Then over the heaving bosom of the sea A dream-fraught zephyr crept from central climes Where Indra girdles earth with radiant smile Crept lover-like with fragrance in its breath And soothing tales of summer in its voice And if the deep bore any frown of care 'Twas softened with a soporific touch And all was placid unresisting there Into the ocean crept the zephyr's plea Into the zephyr rose the sea's response And their souls met in sweet satiety Thrilled with its draught of love the zephyr swelled And burst into the fury of a gale And like a soul when first it knows itself Is infinite and deathless sought the blue Borne on the longing of its misty wings Up up she soared the spirit of the cloud Fraught with the tender hope of countless lives The lullaby that woos the buds to bloom And holy chant that nerves the pregnant flower That it even gives its bloom yea life for seed Then in the glances of the smiling morn She blushed to crimson and her humid soul Warmed into love and quivered with desire Then the earth waxed faint and fainter in the covering of haze And the hills and valleys wavered in a strange uncertain maze Soon a bluster and a rush broke the ill-foreboding hush And the passions of the heavens tore the earth's dream with their gush Then down down down on the dry insatiate brown Of the hillsides and the meadows swept the flood from heaven's frown Spirits bright and flashing fleet spurned the air with silver feet With a kind of mocking laughter yet a melody complete In a wild uproarious mirth dashed themselves upon the earth That it felt a thrill of passion quiver round its verdant girth And the erstwhile whimpering gale slipped away without a wail Drowsy grown with draught of beauty from their heaven-conjured tale There was hope in every bud and warm resolve in every seed Rush of colour to the blossom pride triumphant in the weed Then the rivulets cried gladly with a wild ecstatic bound And the ocean fondly quivered with a consciousness profound And the seas and earth and heavens throbbed together like a brain With a blessing to the warm benignant passion of the rain Then died the vision with the ceasing shower A wondrous fragrance wrapped her round about And as the spirit of a lowly flower She felt the speechless thrill of bursting buds When weeping monsoon woos the land with tears She felt the lust of the unfolding bloom The universal dreaming of the seed That dries the petal in its hot embrace Then in her dream night crept upon the world She slept a longing in a bulbul's heart That watched and listened to the brooding night She saw afar within the dark concave The jewel eyes of devas pierce the gloom But lo with face that paled the stars arose The argent pride of dusky hemispheres Beneath whose silver kisses heaved with love The deep true breast of ocean till its tremor Crept to the distant shores where lotus flowers Lapped in a drowsy fragrance felt the thrill And cast a sopor over the earth and air Then felt she how the night bird's heart can throb When seeking music for a vital song She felt the blood warmth and the hot desires Till in one long wild ecstasy of notes Her spirit poured forth glowing on the breeze That fell to calm and down the forest shades She fled a dying symphony that dim And dimmer quivered in the moonlit air Till but a fragrant memory was left That even itself soon perished in the bloom Then felt she what it is to live yet die To sweetly languish like a sound away To fade like fragrance from a fitful gale And perish ah within her quivered yet a thrill undying For if life be life it cannot die But boundless as the void and strangely endless as the circled years Must throb forever Through the coarser world, the world of matter, that it form, destroy, shoot up in trees, breathe fragrant in the flower, yea, be a fancy in a sage's brain.

Then knew she first the deathlessness of life, how infinite the beating of a pulse, far through the realms of space her spirit spread, beyond the limit where poor finitude fades in its boasts and grows itself a part of one immutable, harmonious throb.

Then broke the glory of an evilless day, then shone the brilliance of a boundless truth.

Teasel and tansy, meadow-sweet, Campion, toadflax, and rough hawksbit, Brown bee-orchis, and peals of bells, Clover, burnet, and thyme she smells.

Like Oberon's meadows her garden is, Drowsy from dawn to dusk with bees.

Weeps she never, but sometimes sighs, And peeps at her garden with bright brown eyes.

And all she has is all she needs, A poor old widow in her weeds.

Fatigue was common for both.

Somnolence was more common for alenzonotont.

Insomnia was seen in vaseline intent.

The other thing that was also seen with vaseline intent was hepatic transaminase elevation.

The Dug-Out by Siegfried Sassoon.

Read for LibriVox.org. Why do you lie with your legs ungainly huddled, And one arm bent across your sullen cold exhausted face? It hurts my heart to watch you, deep shadowed from the candle's guttering gold; And you wonder why I shake you by the shoulder: Drowsy you mumble and sigh and shift your head.

You are too young to fall asleep forever; And when you sleep you remind me of the dead.

1918.

Feeling drowsy is being sleepy but not fully asleep.

This state usually occurs before bedtime or after waking up.

Drowsy, sonnyy.

Being sleepy means wanting to rest and often appears when you need more sleep than you've gotten.

Sleepy, sonnyy.

And what side effects should we know for topiramate? I remember it as the five S's.

Somnolence, or fatigue.

Stupidification, or cognitive decline or confusion.

Starving, so weight loss.

A bit of a stretch, but represents topiramate's ability to cause acute angle closure glaucoma.

So I'll say it once again to solidify the five S's in your mind.

Somnolence, stupidification, starving, stones, and stuck eyes.

Let's move on to our last group of anti-epileptics, those that affect calcium channels.

And you wonder why I shake you by the shoulder.

Drowsy, you mumble and sigh and turn your head.

You are too young to fall asleep forever, and when you sleep, you remind me of the dead.

End of section sixteen.