Classic Poem

Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving
Lock me in delight awhile!
Let some pleasing dreams beguile
All my fancies; that from thence
I may feel an influence,
All my powers of care bereaving!

Though but a shadow, but a sliding,
Let me know some little joy!
We that suffer long annoy
Are contented with a thought
Through an idle fancy wrought:
Oh, let my joys have some abiding!