I LIKE IT WHEN I SLEEP
I like it when I sleep,
A dreamy paradise of rest,
It blocks out all—
Including all I detest.
Indifference is sought
By those who would otherwise weep.
Gold can’t purchase love.
The heart can’t purchase sleep.
Sleep is found in the arms
Of a conscience, bright and clear:
Jealous, he followed me.
And found me sleeping here.
