Here you will find the Poem Sleep of poet Walter de la Mare
When all, and birds, and creeping beasts, When the dark of night is deep, From the moving wonder of their lives Commit themselves to sleep. Without a thought, or fear, they shut The narrow gates of sense; Heedless and quiet, in slumber turn Their strength to impotence. The transient strangeness of the earth Their spirits no more see: Within a silent gloom withdrawn, They slumber in secrecy. Two worlds they have--a globe forgot, Wheeling from dark to light; And all the enchanted realm of dream That burgeons out of night.
