User:Julissa9901/sandbox

I am Going to Sleep Alfonsina Storni

Teeth of flower, cap of dew hands of grass, you, kind nurse, have ready for me sheets of earth and the eiderdown of fresh moss.

I shall sleep now my nurse; help me to bed. Put a lamp at my head; a constellation, whichever you choose; all are fine; down the light a bit.

Leave me now: hear the buds bursting... from above a heavenly foot will rock you and a bird will sing you

that you might forget... Thank you. Ah, one request! If he should phone again, tell him not to persist, for I have left