SLEEP, wayward thoughts, and rest you with my love; Let not my love be with my love diseased. Touch not, proud hands, lest you her anger move, But pine you with my longings long displeased. Thus while she sleeps, I sorrow for her sake, So sleeps my love—and yet my love doth wake. But O the fury of my restless fear, The hidden anguish of my fond desires, The glories and the beauties that appear Beneath her brows, near Cupid's closed fires. Thus while she sleeps, move sighing for her sake, So sleeps my love—and yet my love doth wake. My love doth rage, and yet my love doth rest, Fear in my love, and yet my love secure; Peace in my love, and yet my love oppressed, Impatient yet of perfect temperature. Sleep, dainty love, while I sigh for thy sake: So sleeps my love—and yet my love doth wake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF SHERMAN'S ARMY by CHARLES GRAHAM HALPINE TERNISSA, FR HELLENICS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 10. THE FAIR by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM FOR MY CHILD by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS TO DR. PRIESTLEY. DEC. 29, 1792 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD WALT WHITMAN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |