Let me, let me sleep again.
Who is he, with voice unblest,
That calls me from the bed of rest?
O.—A Traveller, to thee unknown,
Is he that calls, a Warrior’s Son.
Thou the deeds of light shalt know;
Tell me what is done below,
For whom yon glitt’ring board is spread,
Drest for whom yon golden bed.
Pr.—Mantling in the goblet see