The Land Of Sleep Poem by Christian Muller

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.