Thistle Down

By Ethel

Sleep Thou

Sleep thou...Beloved,
Heeding not the onslaught of the day.
Nor giving thought to haunt,
The wisdom of thy way.

Let eyelids softly close,
Within this earthly realm.
Let consciousness ease,
From out thy lofty helm.

Bear thee on thy way,
Off to the crimson sunset.
And with thy strength caress.
The sacred moments we forget.

Into thy solemn flight,
Where tired ones soar.
And quietness bears sway,
Beyond that other shore.

Let me not stumble up the stairs,
Where weary hours creep.
Where eyelids try, and nightbirds cry.
To lull me off to sleep.

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