Come to me now! O, come! benignest sleep!
And fold me up, as evening doth a flower,
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Come to me now! O, come! benignest sleep!
And fold me up, as evening doth a flower,
From my vain self, and vain things which have power
Upon my soul to make me smile or weep.
And when thou comest, oh, like Death be deep.

Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....

Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....

Of all the thoughts of God that are
Borne inward unto souls afar,
Along the Psalmist's music read more

Of all the thoughts of God that are
Borne inward unto souls afar,
Along the Psalmist's music deep,
Now tell me if that any is.
For gift or grace, surpassing this--
"He giveth His beloved sleep."

I wasn’t really asleep I was just meditating on unconsciousness.

I wasn’t really asleep I was just meditating on unconsciousness.

How happy he whose toil
Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd
A pleasing lassitude; he not read more

How happy he whose toil
Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd
A pleasing lassitude; he not in vain
Invokes the gentle Deity of dreams.
His pow'rs the most voluptuously dissolve
In soft repose; on him the balmy dews
Of Sleep with double nutriment descend.

It is not good a sleping hound to wake.

It is not good a sleping hound to wake.

How he sleepeth! having drunken
Weary childhood's mandragore,
From his pretty eyes have sunken
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How he sleepeth! having drunken
Weary childhood's mandragore,
From his pretty eyes have sunken
Pleasures to make room for more--
Sleeping near the withered nosegay which he pulled the day
before.

Dawn: When men of reason go to bed.

Dawn: When men of reason go to bed.

To achieve the impossible dream, try going to sleep.

To achieve the impossible dream, try going to sleep.