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.