Sappho — Dark-Eyed Sleep

Dark-eyed Sleep, child of Night,         Come in thy shadow garment to my couch, And with thy soothing touch, Cool as the vesper breeze,         Grant that I may forget; Bestow condign release,         A taste of rest that comes with endless sleep; Lure off the haunting dreams, The dire Eumenides         That torture my repose. For I would live a space         Though Phaon has forsaken me, nor yet Be found on shadow fields Among the lilies tall         Of pale Persephone.