Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO SLEEP, by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH Poet's Biography First Line: Come, sleep - oblivion's sire! Come, blessed sleep! Last Line: Wooed back to tread thy fields of asphodel. Subject(s): Sleep | ||||||||
COME, Sleep -- Oblivion's sire! Come, blessed Sleep! Thy shadowy sheltering wings above me spread. Fold to thy balmy breast my weary head. Shut close behind the gates of sense, and steep All sad remembrance in thy Lethe deep. But come not as thou comest to the bed Of the tired laborer sleeping like the dead In dull and dreamless trance. But let me keep The visionary paths of fantasy Down through the mystic mazes of a land Transfigured by thy wonder-working spell. So lead me, gentle Sleep, with guiding hand, That when I wake from dreams, I still may be Wooed back to tread thy fields of asphodel. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOU'S SWEET TO YO' MAMMY JES DE SAME by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 3 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 22 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 34 by JAMES JOYCE GOING TO SLEEP by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN THE BLUE NAP by WILLIAM MATTHEWS CORRESPONDENCES; HEXAMETERS AND PENTAMETERS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH |
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