More than its neglect in the old descent?
For grievances a fairer you might choose
In the undue postponement of repose.
Sleep is prized as a respite from Earth’s strife,
Yet is checkered by dreams that mimic life;
And death loathed as carrion bird of air,
Though sleep’s original, with no nightmare!
But, perhaps, not delights of life so much
You grieve to lose as that to quit your touch
Upon life, is to leave you face to face