“Fly hence, shadows, that do keep,
Watchful sorrows, charmed in sleep.”

“Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.”

“Rejoice, oh! grieving heart,
The hours fly past;
With each some sorrow dies,
With each some shadow flies,
Until at last
The red dawn in the east
Bids weary night depart,
And pain is past.”

“Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming o'er the joys of night.
Sleep, sleep: in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.”

“What do I share?
What do I keep from all the strangers
Who sleep where I sleep?”

“I'd fly. I sit and watch the birds go by and say, I wish I could do that.”

“By Crom, I do not like this place, where dead men rise, and sleeping men vanish into the bellies of shadows!”

“His life is a watch or a vision
Between a sleep and a sleep.”

“They weave a slow andante as in sleep,
Scaled yellow, swampy black, plague-spotted white;
With blue and lidless eyes at watch they keep
A treachery of silence; infinite.”

“What does your sorrow do while you sleep? -It’s awake and waiting. And when it loses patience, it wakes me up.”