YE prone to sleep (whom sleeping most annoys), On the hard mattress or elastic couch Extend your limbs, and wean yourselves from sloth; Nor grudge the lean projector, of dry brain And springy nerves, the blandishments of down: Nor envy while the buried bacchanal Exhales his surfeit in prolixer dreams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CLEAR MIDNIGHT by WALT WHITMAN ANIMAL TRANQUILITY AND DECAY; A SKETCH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THIS FLESH by KENNETH SLADE ALLING MEADOW-SAFFRON by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE DROUTH WILL BE ENDED by GLADYS NAOMI ARNOLD |