TO SLEEP.

COME, weight mine eyelids with thy kiss, but creep
Upon me unaware, for I so long
Have trod the hills, fulfilled with life and song,
I cannot loose them for thy sake, O sleep.
Yet be my Fairy Godmother, and keep
Thy gift to countervail the spells too strong,
Which crown my days and do my nights this wrong;
Draw me unwitting to thy friendly deep.

Pluck from my clasping thought its cherished store,
That so disburthened, I may lie at ease;
Give me oblivion, let me see no more,
But feel awhile the rocking of the trees,
Hear the sea-mother singing to the shore,
And think I leave my bounteous life with these.