““TO SLEEP A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by, One after one; the sound of rain, and bees Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky; I’ve thought of all by turns; and still I lie Sleepless; and soon the small birds’ melodies Must hear, first utter’d from my orchard trees; And the first Cuckoo’s melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth: So do not let me wear to night away: Without Thee what is all the morning’s wealth? Come, blessed barrier betwixt day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!””
