Sleep on, sleep on, another hour -- I would not break so calm a sleep, To wake to sunshine and to show'r, To smile and weep. Sleep on, sleep on, like sculptured thing, Majestic, beautiful art thou; Sure seraph fans thee with his wing And fans thy brow -- We would not deem thee child of earth, For, O, angelic is thy form! But that in heav'n thou had'st thy birth, Where comes no storm To mar the bright, the perfect flow'r, But all is beautiful and still -- And golden sands proclaim the hour Which brings no ill. Sleep on, sleep on, some fairy dream Perchance is woven in thy sleep -- But, O, thy spirit, calm, serene, Must wake to weep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ODE UPON A QUESTION WHETHER LOVE SHOULD CONTINUE FOREVER by EDWARD HERBERT NEGRO by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 23 by OMAR KHAYYAM TO MYRTILLA OF NEW YORK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS STANZA by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON RAWDON BROWN by ROBERT BROWNING |