DEAR love, good-night. And, tender sleep <br />,Seal up her lids like these drowsed flowers, <br />To make day fair when they unclose. <br />Be hushed around her, Night, and keep <br />Thy silent guard on her repose; <br />But speed thine hours. <br /> <br />Dear love, sleep on. This weary space <br />I wake and long for day and thee, <br />And count the slow stars from their west. <br />Sleep while I hunger for thy face, <br />Sleep, dearest, in unbroken rest; <br />But dream of me.<br /><br />Augusta Davies Webster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dear-love-good-night/
