The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.

Since the Brother of Death daily haunts us with dying mementoes.

Since the Brother of Death daily haunts us with dying mementoes.

When I woke up this morning my girlfriend asked me, 'Did you sleep good?' I said 'No, I made a read more

When I woke up this morning my girlfriend asked me, 'Did you sleep good?' I said 'No, I made a few mistakes.'

Sleep on, Baby, on the floor,
Tired of all the playing,
Sleep with smile the sweeter for
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Sleep on, Baby, on the floor,
Tired of all the playing,
Sleep with smile the sweeter for
That you dropped away in!
On your curls' full roundness stand
Golden lights serenely--
One cheek, pushed out by the hand,
Folds the dimple inly.

Now, blessings light on him that first invented this same sleep!
it covers a man all over, thoughts and read more

Now, blessings light on him that first invented this same sleep!
it covers a man all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak; it is
meat for the hungry, drink for the thirsty, heat for the cold,
and cold for the hot. It is the current coin that purchases all
the pleasures of the world cheap; and the balance that sets the
king and the shepherd, the fool and the wise man, even. There is
only one thing, which somebody once put into my head, that I
dislike in sleep; it is, that it resembles death; there is very
little difference between a man in his first sleep, and a man in
his last sleep.

But I, in the chilling twilight stand and wait
At the portcullis, at thy castle gate,
Longing read more

But I, in the chilling twilight stand and wait
At the portcullis, at thy castle gate,
Longing to see the charmed door of dreams
Turn on its noiseless hinges, delicate sleep!

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."

Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed
Death and existence: Sleep hath its read more

Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed
Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality,
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears and tortures, and the touch of joy.

Blessed is the person who is too busy to worry in the daytime and too sleepy to worry at night.

Blessed is the person who is too busy to worry in the daytime and too sleepy to worry at night.