Blissful sleep, drown me in the warmth of night,
Disperse my troubles ‘midst the twinkling stars;
And all that wretched day has wronged set right,
Then float me to some distant tranquil shore.
Let darkness rob me of my memory,
Conjure instead kaleidoscopes of dreams
That bear me to a land of fantasy,
Where I can rest on silver-soft moonbeams.
Gentle sleep, quench the thirst of weariness
And rock me in the cradle of your arms;
Immerse me in the depths of peacefulness
And mock death’s shadow with your potent charms.
Dearest sleep, you are like the finest wine—
Which when quaffed deeply, serves to soothe the mind.

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