William Butler Yeats


Beloved, may your sleep be sound  
That have found it where you fed.  
What were all the world's alarms  
To mighty Paris when he found  
Sleep upon a golden bed 
That first dawn in Helen's arms?   

Sleep, beloved, such a sleep 
As did that wild Tristram know  
When, the potion's work being done,  
Roe could run or doe could leap  
Under oak and beechen bough, 
Roe could leap or doe could run; 
Such a sleep and sound as fell 
Upon Eurotas' grassy bank 
When the holy bird, that there  
Accomplished his predestined will,  
From the limbs of Leda sank 
But not from her protecting care.

spoken = Alexandra Blair