When you have tried all the scientific techniques, and just cannot get the restful sleep you crave, it's time to try something different. This poem by Keats, 'To Sleep', that brings out the soothing quality of sleep so beautifully, the escape from turmoil, may lull your mind to slumber.
To Sleep
O soft embalmer of the still midnight,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close
In midst of this thine hymn my willing eyes,
Or wait the "Amen," ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling charities.
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes,--
Save me from curious Conscience, that still lords
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul.
John Keats (1795-1821)
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