Come ere the swallow sings,
Lulling all living things,
Fly they or creep!

Come with thy leaden wand,
Come with thy kindly hand,
Soothing on sea or land
Mortals that weep

Come from the cloudy west,
Soft over brain and breast,
Bidding the Dragon rest,
Come to me, Sleep!

_Andrew Lang_.




XXIV.

Sleep, death without dying--living without life.

_Edwin Arnold_.




XXV.