SLEEP on, my mother! sweet and innocent dreams Attend thee, best and dearest! Dreams that gild Life's clouds like setting suns, with pleasures filled, And saintly joy, such as thy mind beseems,-- Thy mind where never stormy passion gleams Where their soft nest the dovelike virtues build; And calmest thoughts, like violets distilled, Their fragrance mingle with bright wisdom's beams. Sleep on, sweet mother! not the lily's bell So sweet; not the enamored west wind's sighs That shake the dewdrop from her snowy cell So gentle, not that dewdrop ere it flies So pure. E'en slumber loves with thee to dwell, O model most beloved of good and wise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MEMORY by HAYDEN CARRUTH ONE FAVORED ACORN by ROBERT FROST THE CRANES OF IBYCUS by EMMA LAZARUS DOMEDAY BOOK: JOHN CAMPBELL AND CARL EATON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: IRMA LEESE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |