Sleep, Sleep
 

Sleep, sleep, mine Holy One,
My flesh, my Lord-----what name? I do not know
A name that seemeth not too high, or low,
Too far from me, or Heaven:
My Jesus, that is best-----that word being given
By the majestic Angel whose command
Was softly, as a man's beseeching, said,
When I and all the earth appeared to stand
In the great overflow
Of light celestial from his wings and head.
Sleep, sleep, my saving One.
 

ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING