Come, Sleep, O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, The indifferent judge between the high and low, With shield of proof shield me from out the prease, Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw; O, make in me those civil wars to cease: I will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise, and blind to light, A rosy garland, and a weary head: And if these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me Livelier than elsewhere Stella's image see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOCTOR FELL by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 72. THE CHOICE (2) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI VIVE LA FRANCE! by CHARLOTTE HOLMES CRAWFORD Y IS FOR YOUTH by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES CHINOISERIE by BABETTE DEUTSCH |