The sweet release of peaceful lonely sleep.
Away! So far from all the pains of life.
I come so close, yet miss, so I must weep.
For I can bring no end to this foul strife.
Stay awake. Stay awake! Is all that rings
And echoes poorly through my cav'nous mind.
May I well lose this fight. Give me the wings
So, I may nobly rise, and leave behind
This dying watchful world. Splitting the clouds
That cruelly mock Apollo's pleasant shrouds.
Far away fair wings, take me to a land
Where I may rest my head, just for a while.
And clasp my soft small shrinking hand
With joy, departing from all waking trials.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem