I saw my soul at rest upon a day
⁠As a bird sleeping in the nest of night,
Among soft leaves that give the starlight way
⁠To touch its wings but not its eyes with light;
So that it knew as one in visions may,
⁠And knew not as men waking, of delight.

This was the measure of my soul's delight;
⁠It had no power of joy to fly by day,
Nor part in the large lordship of the light;
⁠But in a secret moon-beholden way
Had all its will of dreams and pleasant night,
⁠And all the love and life that sleepers may.