A SONG TO SLEEP
Come, gentle sleep, on silver pinions soon
Wing here thy way, for later grows the night;
Veil from my eyes the lustrous golden moon,
That floods my chamber with its yellow light.
Wing here thy way, for later grows the night;
Veil from my eyes the lustrous golden moon,
That floods my chamber with its yellow light.
Bring me forgetfulness of daily care,
Unconsciousness of shadows that oppress,
And when thou givest visions, kindly spare
The scenes whose vain recalling doth distress.
Unconsciousness of shadows that oppress,
And when thou givest visions, kindly spare
The scenes whose vain recalling doth distress.
But let me freely rove in lands that lie
Afar beyond the island-studded sea,
From where the hardy north-pines tower high,
To the luxuriant blooms of tropic lea.
Afar beyond the island-studded sea,
From where the hardy north-pines tower high,
To the luxuriant blooms of tropic lea.
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