|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|When to soft sleep we give ourselves away,|
And in a dream as in a fairy bark
Drift on and on through the enchanted dark
To purple daybreaklittle thought we pay
To that sweet-bitter world we know by day.
We are clean quit of it, as is a lark
So high in heaven no human eye can mark
The thin swift pinion cleaving through the gray.
T. B. Aldrich.Sleep, Sonnet XII.