Lord, when on my bed I lie, Sleepless, unto Thee I'll cry; When my brain works overmuch, Stay the wheels with Thy soft touch. Just a quiet thought of Thee, And of Thy sweet charity, -- Just a little prayer, and then I will turn to sleep again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY AUNT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES BURIAL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SPRING, 1916 by ISAAC ROSENBERG VULTURES by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM THE GUERDON by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE HARVEST by EVA K. ANGLESBURG |