The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar

Ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes, Which all the day with ceaseless care have sought The magic gold which from the seeker flies; Ere dreams put on the gown and cap of thought, And make the waking world a world of lies, - Of lies most palpable, uncouth, forlorn, That say life's full of aches and tears and sighs, - Oh, how with more than dreams the soul is torn, Ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eye