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.