There are thick stars up above    Where the trees part themselves   Thick dust among many   Corks lined up on the shelf   There are bats in the attic we share      There is smoke to kill mosquitoes   Waiting just above to drink our blood   And gas in the lamp that we light   When the sun goes down       My love wakes shaking with nightmare   And the night air pulls in close around      Come revenant, come, come ye gentle host,   To my patient hip and across our sleeping coasts.   Lay down your mantle, shot through with gold,   That we may lie again, here in sweet repose.      Rest your arms down around your oars now    And hear how the night continues on alive and well.   When how rare the bird, how still the wind!   And we still within it sigh and shift and turn,    saying,      Sleep she comes to steal the ones who    Fill their glass and leave the rest,    Whose teeth get brushed, who eat enough,   And who know how to treat their friends.      How long this night seems with   No sign of a bright dream to guide us toward the day.      Come revenant, come, come ye gentle host.   To my patient hip and across our sleeping coasts.   Lay down your mantle, shot through with gold,   That we may lie again, here in sweet repose.