A WISH.
Reading edition
When thou, O Death! shalt wait Without my gate— Call not the porter out With knock and shout: But still unnoticed bide The gate beside, Till Sleep, my oft-time guest, Doth come in quest Of me. Quick after her, Past bolt and bar, Enter all silently. Thenceforth for me The gate thou mayest keep, That calm-browed Sleep, So often missed before, Pass forth no more.
Henrietta R. Eliot.