"Night Angel" - photo by Iddybud

O sleep, we are beholden to thee, sleep;
Thou bearest angels to us in the night,
Saints out of heaven with palms.
Seen by thy light
Sorrow is some old tale that goeth not deep;
Love is a pouting child.

- Jean Ingelow, "Sleep" "
Photo by Jude Nagurney Camwell"