Sleep
Come, gentle Sleep, and kiss my fevered brow.
Empty my mind of its tempestuous thoughts.
Then, in the comfort of your silent courts
Of calm contentment where cool breezes blow,
Cradle me closely in your loving arms.
Rock me to rest. Let my pained thinking cease,
Lulled to a pleasant, soporific peace
By the soft music of your soothing charms.
Ease my unrest and bid my eyelids close;
Smile now on me, and let me slip away
From the crude cares of this unending day.
Let me repose where true refreshment flows.
Come, stealthy Sleep; caress me with your kindly hand
And waft me to Oblivion’s dreamless promised land.
