Dog-tired at day's-end I creep Whipped, blind between dead sheets And bark a prayer for sleep. Sunset drops its scald of fires, And prowling hours howl me down to drag My fellowing pillow to sleep's empire. Wrung eyes shut, and day is severed. The wagging moon wanes and begins to weep: It shall be night and sleep forever. Dreams in their millions they shall be said. All that blossomed plain as daisies In daylong light shall be nightlong hid. Dreams high as hay-ricks they shall be heaped, And dreams hatch snakes from the pillow's egg That hissing and rising leap.