09.08.2014, 14:01
COME to me, sleep, when all the day is loud,
And the hot cares and noises of the light
Fret the raw wounds that irk, then, gentle sprite,
Close round me like a drowsy bosomed cloud
And fold me in from all the pressing crowd
Of harsh solicitudes ; obscure my sight
With drooping lids, and soothingly unite
My soul and thine in one dim filmy shroud
Wrought in the vale of Leth ; trance me deep
In dreams ; sway me in easeful slumber ; close
All avenues against distressful sound,
And with thy downy wings about me, keep
Congenial guard against insidious foes,
Lest the gates part and my retreat be found.
And the hot cares and noises of the light
Fret the raw wounds that irk, then, gentle sprite,
Close round me like a drowsy bosomed cloud
And fold me in from all the pressing crowd
Of harsh solicitudes ; obscure my sight
With drooping lids, and soothingly unite
My soul and thine in one dim filmy shroud
Wrought in the vale of Leth ; trance me deep
In dreams ; sway me in easeful slumber ; close
All avenues against distressful sound,
And with thy downy wings about me, keep
Congenial guard against insidious foes,
Lest the gates part and my retreat be found.