57665: Nocturne

<p dir="ltr"> Now, as the warm approach of honied slumber blurs my sense,<br> Before I yield me to th'enchantment of my bed,<br> God rest all souls in toil and turbulence,<br> All men a-weary seeking bread;<br> God rest them all tonight!<br> Let sleep expunge<br> The day's monotonous vistas from their sight;<br> And let them plunge<br> Deep down the dusky firmament of reverie<br> And drowse of dreams with me.<br> Ah! I should drowse away the night most peacefully<br> But that there toil too many bodies unreposed<br> Who fain would fall on lethargy;<br> Too many leaden eyes unclosed;<br> And aching hands amove<br> Interminably,<br> Beneath the light that night will not remove;<br> Too many brains that rave in dust and steam!<br> They rave, but cannot dream!</p>