Classic Poem

Sleep on! The world is vain;
All grief, and sin, and pain:
If there be a dream of joy,
It comes in slumber, pretty boy!
So, sweet Sleep!
Hang upon his eyelids deep;
Shew him all that cannot be,
Ere thou dost flee!

Sleep on! Let no bad truth
Fall yet upon his youth:
Let him see no thing unkind,
But live, a little longer, blind!
Oh! sweet Sleep!
Hang upon his eyelids deep;
Shew him Love, without his wings,
And all fair things!