Come, dark-eyed Sleep, thou child of Night,
Give me thy dreams, thy lies;
Lead me through the horny portal white
The pleasure day denies.

O bring the kiss I could not take
From lips that would not give;
Bring me the heart I could not break,
The bliss for which I live.

I care not if I slumber blest
By fond delusion; nay,
Put me on Phoan's lips to rest,
And cheat the cruel day!