Sleep, You Sly and Subtle Betray
O Sleep, why summon me, like Sirens, leading sailors astray, then slip ye silent, and subtly away? —Surely, you Sleep, all my hopes, you betray. Still, steadfast, these eyes not dissuade, wide-awake, as ‘twere day.
Suffer ye now, these songs of the weary —they’re the words of the souls, the ones you left dreary. So hear-ye now, their sullen supplication: stay-Sleep-stay, this eve, and depart not till day, even through the morning, sincerely, we pray.
