Author Louise Chandler Moulton Come Sleep, and kiss mine eyelids down;Let me forgetHope's treachery, and Fortune's frown,And Life's vain fret.And would you hold me fast, dear Sleep,I need not wake,Since they wake not who used to weepFor my poor sake. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments