How Kind is Sleep

How kind is sleep, how merciful:

That I last night have seen

The happy birds with bosoms pressed

Against the leaves so green.

Sweet sleep, that made my mind forget

My love had gone away;

And nevermore I’d touch her soft

Warm body, night or day.

So, every night deceived by sleep,

Let me on roses lie;

And leave the thorns of Truth for day,

To pierce me till I die.