| Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875. |
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| W. Wordsworth |
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| CCLXVI. To Sleep |
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| A FLOCK of sheep that leisurely pass by | |
| One after one; the sound of rain, and bees | |
| Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, | |
| Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky— | |
| I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie | 5 |
| Sleepless; and soon the small birds' melodies | |
| Must hear, first utter'd from my orchard trees, | |
| And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. | |
| Even thus last night, and two nights more I lay, | |
| And could not win thee, Sleep, by any stealth: | 10 |
| So do not let me wear to-night away. | |
| Without thee what is all the morning's wealth? | |
| Come, blessed barrier between day and day, | |
| Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health! | |
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