When I lie where shades of darkness / Shall no more assail mine eyes.

Far are the shades of Arabia, / Where the Princes ride at noon.

Poor sleepers should endeavor to compose themselves. Tampering with empty space, stirring up echoes in pitch-black pits of darkness is scarcely sedative.

("Out Of The Deep")

Oh, no man knows / Through what wild centuries / Roves back the rose.

So when your (new) eyes meet mine they won't see no lies, just love...

There was still an hour or two of daylight - even though clouds admitted only a greyish light upon the world, and his Uncle Timothy's house was by nature friendly to gloom.

("Out Of The Deep")