Come, dark-eyed Sleep, thou child of Night, Give me thy dreams, thy lies; Lead me through the horny portal white The pleasure day denies. O bring the kiss I could not take From lips that would not give; Bring me the heart I could not break, The bliss for which I live. I care not if I slumber blest By fond delusion; nay, Put me on Phoan's lips to rest, And cheat the cruel day! |