Alfred Edward Housman

More Poems. 13. I Lay Me Down and Slumber

I lay me down and slumber
        And every morn revive.
Whose is the night-long breathing
        That keeps a man alive?

When I was off to dreamland
        And left my limbs forgot,
Who stayed at home to mind them,
        And breathed when I did not?

— I waste my time in talking,
        No heed at all takes he,
My kind and foolish comrade
        That breathes all night for me.