To Sleep

Where are the downy slumbers fled Which hover'd nightly o'er my head, And soon as I my pillow prest, Clos'd my eyes in sweetest rest? By wakeful Love forbid to stay, Alas! too long ye keep away! O come, ye vagrant slumbers, spread Again your pinions o'er my head! O, long unchear'd by sweet repose, Again my fainting eye-lids close!