O Lady of Sleep, let me brush

out your hair - let it fall in waves

over heath and home - let it hush

the world past these weary graves -

the dead in their uneasy graves.


O Lady of Twilight and Dreams,

grant me peace - let me rest unawares

of shadows that slip through the streams,

of memories wrought in the airs -

Time's burdens wrought new in the airs -


O still them, my Lady, to sleep:

let slumber fall softer than shrouds -

nepenthe for the ones who would weep,

and dreams that are deeper than clouds -

forgetfulness borne on your clouds.