Here you will find the Poem Before Sleep of poet Anne Ridler
Now that you lie In London afar, And may sleep longer Though lonelier, For I shall not wake you With a nightmare, Heaven plant such peace in us As if no parting stretched between us. The world revolves And is evil; God's image is Wormeaten by the devil; May the good angel Have no rival By our beds, and we lie curled At the sound unmoving centre of the world. In our good nights When we were together, We made, in that stillness Where we loved each other, A new being, of both Yet above either: So, when I cannot share your sleep, Into this being, half yours, I creep.
