Oh, To Sleep!

Slowly, slowly, breathing deep β€”
Oh, to Sleep!
’Tis the wish of mine tonight.

Yet Sleep is strange and yields to flight β€”
A fleeting, flitting, Bird of Light.
Shine on Immortal Night!

Whenst the hours come, and scarcely go,
With hands of Time so cruelly slow.
Faintly making pace β€”

While Sleep is shy
And hides her wary face.