For all who lie awake at night...

To Sleep by William Wordsworth

A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by,

One after one; the sound of rain, and bees

Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas,

Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky;

I have thought of all by turns, and yet do lie

Sleepless! and soon the small birds' melodies

Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees;

And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry.

Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay

And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth:

So do not let me wear tonight away:

Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth?

Come, blessed barrier between day and day,

Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!