Sleep

Beautiful up from the deeps of the solemn sea

Cometh sweet Sleep to me,

From silent cool green deeps,

Where no one wakes and weeps,

Cometh, as one who dreameth,

With slowly waving hands,

And the sound of her garment seemeth

Like waves on the level sands;

So cometh Sleep.

There is rest for all mankind,

When her slow wings stir the wind;

With lullaby the drowsy waters creep

To kiss the feet of Sleep.