Sleep, angry beauty, sleep and fear not me! For who a sleeping lion dares provoke? It shall suffice me here to sit and see Those lips shut up that never kindly spoke: What sight can more content a lover's mind Than beauty seeming harmless, if not kind? My words have charmed her, for secure she sleeps, Though guilty much of wrong done to my love; And in her slumber, see! she close-eyed weeps: Dreams often more than waking passions move. Plead, Sleep, my cause, and make her soft like thee, That she in peace may wake and pity me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHARITAS NIMIA; OR THE DEAR BARGAIN by RICHARD CRASHAW ON THE DEATH OF A FAIR INFANT DYING OF A COUGH by JOHN MILTON BARCAROLE: DE VIGNY by E. G. B. MISADVENTURES AT MARGATE; A LEGEND OF JARVIS'S JETTY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM WALKEN HWOME AT NIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES THE 'VARUNA' by GEORGE HENRY BOKER A MOTHER'S LAMENT [FOR THE DEATH OF HER SON] by ROBERT BURNS |