SLEEP

by: Walter de la Mare (b. 1873)

      EN all, and birds, and creeping beasts,
      When the dark of night is deep,
      From the moving wonder of their lives
      Commit themselves to sleep.
       
      Without a thought, or fear, they shut
      The narrow gates of sense;
      Heedless and quiet, in slumber turn
      Their strength to impotence.
       
      The transient strangeness of the earth
      Their spirits no more see:
      Within a silent gloom withdrawn,
      They slumber in secrecy.
       
      Two worlds they have--a globe forgot,
      Wheeling from dark to light;
      And all the enchanted realm of dream
      That burgeons out of night.

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