Sleep

Men all, and birds, and creeping beasts, When the dark of night is deep, From the moving wonder of their lives Commit themselves to sleep.

Without a thought, or fear, they shut The narrow gates of sense; Heedless and quiet, in slumber turn Their strength to impotence.

The transient strangeness of the earth Their spirits no more see: Within a silent gloom withdrawn, They slumber in secrecy.

Two worlds they have--a globe forgot Wheeling from dark to light; And all the enchanted realm of dream That burgeons out of night.