4385795Poems — Going to sleepElizabeth Chase Allen
GOING TO SLEEP.
HE light is fading down the sky, The shadows grow and multiply; I hear the thrushes' evening song: But I have borne with toil and wrong So long, so long! Dim dreams my drowsy senses drown,- So, darling, kiss my eyelids down!
My life's brief spring went wasted by, My summer ended fruitlessly; I learned to hunger, strive, and wait: I found you, love,—O happy fate!—So late, so late! Now all my fields are turning brown,—So, darling, kiss my eyelids down!
O blessed sleep! O perfect rest! Thus pillowed on your faithful breast,Nor life nor death is wholly drear, O tender heart, since you are here,—So dear, so dear! Sweet love! my soul's sufficient crown!Now, darling, kiss my eyelids down!
HE light is fading down the sky, The shadows grow and multiply; I hear the thrushes' evening song: But I have borne with toil and wrong So long, so long! Dim dreams my drowsy senses drown,- So, darling, kiss my eyelids down! 
HE light is fading down the sky, The shadows grow and multiply; I hear the thrushes' evening song: But I have borne with toil and wrong So long, so long! Dim dreams my drowsy senses drown,- So, darling, kiss my eyelids down! 