Sleep

It is so good to sleep,
To go to bed at night.
Easing up from body motion,
And letting the mind take flight.

For in the distant space,
Where sleep is met.
All the things you did that day,
You lay...and soon forget.

Where your tired body rests,
And eye lids close.
Where disturbances of the day,
Are eased by sweet repose.

Beautiful dreams come on,
Tidings to be sung.
Little acts creep in your mind,
When you were young.

Peaceful hours fade away,
Down darkest halls of night.
Then stirring from your covers,
You see the streaks of light.


E.P. 1908 - 1989