Sleepers

Far away beyond the pine-woods, there is a little garden. There the grass grows long and deep, there are the great white stars of the hemlock flower, there the nightingale sings all night long. All night long he sings, and the cold crystal moon looks down, and the yew-tree spreads out its giant arms over the sleepers.

The cries of the foul birds awoke the two sleepers, who stared about them in bewilderment.

They had heard nothing during the night, for they are both sound sleepers.

Dogs are very light sleepers.

We're light sleepers.

We're very light sleepers.

We're sound sleepers.

They say that away down in the village, and even in the distant parsonage, that cry raised the sleepers from their beds.

Cats are social sleepers.