AR love, good-night.
And, tender sleep,
Seal up her lids like these drowsed flowers,
To make day fair when they unclose.
Be hushed around her,
Night, and
Thy silent guard on her repose;
But speed thine hours.
Dear love, sleep on.
This weary spaceI wake and long for day and thee,
And count the slow stars from their west.
Sleep while I hunger for thy face,
Sleep, dearest, in unbroken rest;
But dream of me.
