More grateful still: while wrong and shame shall last,

On me can Time no happier state bestow

Than to be left unconscious of the woe.

Ah then, lest you awaken me, speak low. 5

II

Grateful is Sleep, more grateful still to be

Of marble; for while shameless wrong and woe

Prevail, ’tis best to neither hear nor see.

Then wake me not, I pray you. Hush, speak low.

“COME, GENTLE SLEEP, DEATH’S IMAGE THO’ THOU ART”