O SLEEP, O tranquil son of noiseless Night, Of humid, shadowy Night; O dear repose For wearied men, forgetfulness of woes Grievous enough the bloom of life to blight! Succor this heart that hath outworn delight, And knows no rest; these tired limbs compose; Fly to me, Sleep; thy dusky vans disclose Over my languid eyes, then cease thy flight. Where, where is Silence, that avoids the day? Where the light dreams, that with a wavering tread And unsubstantial footing follow thee? Alas! in vain I call thee; and these gray, These frigid shades flatter in vain. O bed, How rough with thorns! O nights, how harsh to me! (@3John Addington Symonds@1) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BELEAGUERED CITY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE MAID OF NEIDPATH by WALTER SCOTT PETER QUINCE AT THE CLAVIER by WALLACE STEVENS THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONAUTICA): THE SAILING OF THE ARGO by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS LINES TO GRIEF by ANN ELIZA BLEECKER A CHRYSALIS by MARY EMILY NEELEY BRADLEY SANCTA URSULA by WILLIAM ASPENWALL BRADLEY |