Beside the drowsy streams that creep <br />Within this island of repose, <br />Oh, let us rest from cares and woes, <br />Oh, let us fold our hands to sleep! <br /> <br />Is it ignoble, then, to keep <br />Awhile from where the rough wind blows, <br />And all is strife, and no man knows <br />What end awaits him on the deep? <br /> <br />The voyager may rest awhile, <br />When rest invites, and yet may be <br />Neither a sluggard nor a craven. <br />With strength renewed he quits the isle, <br />And putting out again to sea, <br />Makes sail for his desired haven.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yet-a-little-sleep/
