SLEEP on, my mother! sweet and innocent dreams Attend thee, best and dearest! Dreams that gild Life's clouds like setting suns, with pleasures filled, And saintly joy, such as thy mind beseems,-- Thy mind where never stormy passion gleams Where their soft nest the dovelike virtues build; And calmest thoughts, like violets distilled, Their fragrance mingle with bright wisdom's beams. Sleep on, sweet mother! not the lily's bell So sweet; not the enamored west wind's sighs That shake the dewdrop from her snowy cell So gentle, not that dewdrop ere it flies So pure. E'en slumber loves with thee to dwell, O model most beloved of good and wise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILLOWS by FRANCIS BRET HARTE MONTEREY [SEPTEMBER 23, 1846] by CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN COMPARES THE TROUBLES WHICH HE HAS UNDERGONE, TO LABOURS OF HERCULES by PHILIP AYRES AN EPITAPH UPON THE DEATH OF HIS AUNT, ELIZABETH SKRYMSHER by RICHARD BARNFIELD SONNET: FOR FREEDOM'S SAKE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON MY HEART AND I by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |