Beloved, may your sleep be sound <br />That have found it where you fed. <br />What were all the world's alarms <br />To mighty paris when he found <br />Sleep upon a golden bed <br />That first dawn in Helen's arms? <br /> <br />Sleep, beloved, such a sleep <br />As did that wild Tristram know <br />When, the potion's work being done, <br />Roe could run or doe could leap <br />Under oak and beechen bough, <br />Roe could leap or doe could run; <br /> <br />Such a sleep and sound as fell <br />Upon Eurotas' grassy bank <br />When the holy bird, that there <br />Accomplished his predestined will, <br />From the limbs of Leda sank <br />But not from her protecting care.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lullaby-5/
