Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep:

But never doleful dream again

Shall break the happy slumber, when

He giveth his belovèd, sleep.

O earth, so full of dreary noises! 25

O men, with wailing in your voices!

O delvèd gold, the wailers heap!

O strife, O curse, that o’er it fall!

God strikes a silence through you all,

And giveth his belovèd, sleep. 30