Poems (Holley)/Sleep (Come to me soft-eyed sleep)

by Marietta Holley

SLEEP.

Come to me soft-eyed sleep,
 With your ermine sandalled feet;
Press the pain from my troubled brow
 With your kisses cool and sweet;
Lull me with slumbrous song,
 Song of your clime, the blest,
While on my heavy eyelids
 Your dewy fingers rest.

Come with your native flowers,
 Heartsease and lotus bloom,
Enwrap my weary senses
 With the cloud of their perfume
For the whispers of thought tire me,
 Their constant, dull repeat,
Like low waves throbbing, sobbing,
 With endless, endless beat.