Night Song

SLEEP now, that sleepest not,
All thy sinning be forgot.
Sleep now, as still as glass,
All thy sinning never was.

Sleep and bid thy sorrows sleep,
Deep as the proud pearl is deep.
Sink to silence all thy sighs,
Dim thy hot and tearless eyes.

Bear the angers in thy breast
To that bourne where angers rest,
As caverned pards who no more prey
Upon the fold but steal away

To the dark wood in hushed retreat
With candle eyes and mossy feet
And melt into the night, their wars
Suspended underneath the stars.

Sleep nor wonder wound thee,
The fetters that have bound thee
Slacken and are loosed,
Heart that was late so bruised

Is healed again and lovely,
So with thine eyelids gravely
Sealed against sight or weeping,
Sleep. Now thou art sleeping.