Classic Poem

Sleep, sleep on,
Of the sleep I have given to you.
I, out of my body,
I have given you sleep;
As to a babe milk,
So I have given you
At my breast sleep.
I have given you weariness —
My sorrow to have given you weariness —
I have given you stillness,
Of your restless craving,
Stillness.

Like a faun my head uplifted
in delicate mists:

And breaking on my soul
tremulous waves that beat and cling
to yellow leaves and dark green hills:

Bells in the autumn evening.