SLEEP FOR A LITTLE
Sleep for a little, a very little while
and fear nothing,
man to whom I have given my love.
Sleep here, deeply, deeply,
I will watch over your rest.
My heart would break with grief,
If I should ever lose sight of you.
To part us would be to exile,
the body from the soul.
So sleep for a little while,
man to whom I have given my love,
and fear nothing.
(Ancient Irish poem)