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GOING TO SLEEP.
GOING TO SLEEP.
HE light is fading down the sky, The shadows grow and multiply;
I hear the thrushes' evening song:
But I have borne with toil and wrong
So long, so long!
Dim dreams my drowsy senses drown,-
So, darling, kiss my eyelids down!
My life's brief spring went wasted by,
My summer ended fruitlessly;
I learned to hunger, strive, and wait:
I found you, love,—O happy fate!—
So late, so late!
Now all my fields are turning brown,—
So, darling, kiss my eyelids down!
My summer ended fruitlessly;
I learned to hunger, strive, and wait:
I found you, love,—O happy fate!—
So late, so late!
Now all my fields are turning brown,—
So, darling, kiss my eyelids down!
O blessed sleep! O perfect rest!
Thus pillowed on your faithful breast,
Thus pillowed on your faithful breast,
