Classic Poem

And did you wander with her lovely shade
Along the silent spaces of the night?
And did you promise, Sleep, for his delight
To show the image of the lovely maid,
Clearer than elsewhere, livingly pourtrayed
Upon the dreaming fancy of her knight?
And didst thou grudge, O Sleep, to show thy might?
And were thy drowsy pinions long delayed? —

Perchance — who knows? In vain or not in vain? —
Most true it is the Gods love them that give —
I ask, and promise nought — O Sleep, draw near!
For strong art thou to make the deaf to hear,
The blind once more to see, the dead to live;
Oh, close my eyes, that I may see again.