Lights out

I have come to the borders of sleep,

The unfathomable deep

Forest where all must lose

Their way, however straight

Or winding, soon or late;

They can not choose.

Here love ends -

Despair, ambition ends;

All pleasure and all trouble,

Although most sweet or bitter,

Here ends, in sleep that is sweeter

Than tasks most noble.

There is not any book

Or face of dearest look

That I would not turn from now

To go into the unknown

I must enter, and leave, alone,

I know not how.