SLEEP, peaceful son of solitary night, Parent, who dost all creatures feed and bless, Gracious magician, grief's forgetfulness, For wounded souls the garb of healing might. God! kind to all, why me alone dost slight? Why me alone do weary labours press? Now night's black coursers all the world possess, And each thy gift enjoys as common right. Where is thy silence, thy repose, and peace, Thy dreams which float around as cloudy fleece, And in oblivion's flood drown thought and ache? Brother of death, now art thou foe to me! I ask thy help, but thou must sleeping be; I burn, and 'neath thy frozen horrors wake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MERCY OF LAZARUS by STEPHEN DOBYNS TROY PARK: 1. THE WARMTH OF SPRING by EDITH SITWELL NAPOLEON AND THE BRITISH [OR ENGLISH] SAILOR [BOY] by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE SONG OF A HEATHEN by RICHARD WATSON GILDER KEARNY AT SEVEN PINES [MAY 31, 1862] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 14. TO THE HON. CHARLES TOWNSHEND - FROM THE COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE |