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Within a silent gloom withdrawn,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.