Hang on, stitching together your page...
Gently feeding him this silken skein
eases up the knots within my chest.
Wretched worries, wonders, worst and best,
has anxiety just reached its crest?
From me ebbs away my pain.
I am pulled by soporific spell.
If by sleep I let myself be taken,
then without me Dilys is forsaken.
When my father comes back
I will make him
help free Dilys