To Sleep

O soft embalmer of the still midnight,Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,Our gloom-pleas’d eyes, embower’d from the light,Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, closeIn midst of this thine hymn my willing eyes,Or wait the “Amen,” ere thy poppy throwsAround my bed its lulling charities.Then save me, or the passed day … Continue reading To Sleep