And a moth alit on the sun-dial's face, And the birds sang sleepily, And the leaves stirred, And the sun lay warm on the hills, And the afternoon grew old.
"Open Water"
Arthur Stringer
The two boys in his carriage paid no attention to him whatever, and their voices continued incessantly, and always the little train jolted along sleepily wandering through the dark country and carrying him to unknown terrors.
"Fortitude"
Hugh Walpole
Well, let it, he thought, sleepily.
"Fortitude"
Hugh Walpole