O GENTLE SLEEP! do they belong to thee, These twinklings of oblivion? Thou dost love To sit in meekness, like the brooding Dove, A captive never wishing to be free. This tiresome night, O Sleep! thou art to me A Fly, that up and down himself doth shove Upon a fretful rivulet, now above Now on the water vexed with mockery. I have no pain that calls for patience, no; Hence am I cross and peevish as a child: Am pleased by fits to have thee for my foe, Yet ever willing to be reconciled: O gentle Creature! do not use me so, But once and deeply let me be beguiled. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF A SECOND APRIL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY AUTUMN: A DIRGE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY EVENING by ISABELLA LOCKHART ALDERMAN MUSIC OF HUNGARY by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH BATUSCHKA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 28. AS-BAZIR by EDWIN ARNOLD |