A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by One after one; the sound of rain, and bees Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky;-- I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie Sleepless; and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees, And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep, by any stealth: So do not let me wear to-night away; Without thee what is all the morning's wealth? Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN MY SHIP COMES IN by ROBERT JONES BURDETTE TO A MISTRESS DYING by WILLIAM DAVENANT SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: AUTUMN by THOMAS NASHE FESTE'S SONG (1), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE HOLLY TREE by ROBERT SOUTHEY |