Paroles de The God Of Sleep Has Made His House

In a strange land The God of sleep Has made his house Of marvellous design Under a hill There is a cave Which of the Sun May nothing have So that no man May know aright The point between The day and the night So that inward There is no light And so to speak Of that without There stands no Great tree there about Whereupon might Crow or magpie alight To call or to cry There is no cock To crow the day Neither beast which Might noise make Upon the hill But all around There is growing On the ground Poppy which bears The seed of sleep A still water All the time Is running over The small stones And it gives Great desire To sleep To sleep And thus full of delight Sleep has his house