“I am Weary, let me Sleep”

I am weary, let me sleep In some great embroidered bed, With soft pillows for my head. I am weary, let me sleep . . . Petals of sweet roses shed All around a perfumed heap White as pearls, and ruby red; Curtains closely drawn to keep Wings of darkness o’er me spread . . . I am weary, let me sleep In some great embroidered bed. Let me dream that I am dead, Nevermore to wake and weep In the future that I dread . . . For the ways of life are steep . . . I am weary, let me sleep . . .