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Zolpidem and Sonnet 43.

How I need thee? Let me count the ways.
I need thee at the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal sleep.
I need thee to the level of every night's
Most quiet need, by lamp or candle-light.
I covet thee freely, as men strive for right.
I covet thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I covet thee with the passion put to use
In my eternal nights, and with my childhood's faith.
I need thee with a need I seemed to lose
With my lost dreams. I need thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but need thee better after dawn.