An Invocation Poem by Albert Laighton

Restless phantoms haunt my brain!
Come and ease my nameless pain,
Sleep — sweet sleep.
I would own thy gentle power;
It is midnight's holy hour;
Wave thy charmed wand over me,
Let thy mantle cover me,
Sleep — sweet sleep!

Clasp me in thy dusky arms,
Soothe me with thy mystic balms.
Sleep — sweet sleep.
Give me thy Lethean wine,
Press thy dewy lips to mine.
Fold my hands and close my eyes.
Bring me dreams of Paradise,
Sleep — sweet sleep.

Linger with me till the morn,
Leave me not till day is born,
Sleep — sweet sleep;
Then shall gates of rosy light
Open for thy silent flight.
Ah! some time thou'lt come, I know,
To my heart, and never go,
Sleep! — sweet sleep!