Come Hither: A Collection of Rhymes and Poems for the Young of All Ages

by Unknown

Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—

No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,

Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast,

To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,

Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,

Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,

And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

John Keats

[455]. "Right good is rest."

Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving