Full Lyrics
Sleep, rest, my love, rest:
Dieth the moan of the wind in the tree,
Foldeth her pinions the bird in her nest,
Sinks the sun to his bed in the sea.
Sleep, lulled on my breast,
Tossing and troubled and thinking of me.
Peace, falleth the night,
Veiling in shadows her glory for thee,
Eyes may be darkened while visions are bright,
Senses be fettered, tho' fancy is free.
Peace, peace, slumbering light,
Longing and loving and dreaming of me.
