Beloved， may your sleep be sound

    That have found it where you fed.

    What were all the world‘s alarms

    To mighty¹ Paris when he found

    Sleep upon a golden bed

    That first dawn in Helen‘s arms？

    Sleep， beloved， such a sleep

    As did that wild Tristram know

    When， the potion‘s work being done，

    Roe² could run or doe could leap

    Under oak and beechen bough³，

    Roe could leap or doe could run；

    Such a sleep and sound as fell

    Upon Eurotas‘ grassy⁴ bank

    When the holy bird， that there

    Accomplished⁵ his predestined will，

    From the limbs of Leda sank

    But not from her protecting care.

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