Sleep, sleep poor Youth, sleep, sleep in Peace, Reliev'd from Love, and mortal Care, Whilst we that pine in Life's Disease, Uncertain, blest less happy are. Couch'd in the dark and silent Grave, No Ills of Fate thou now canst fear, In vain would Tyrant Power enslave, Or scornful Beauty be severe. Wars that do fatal Storms disperse, Far from thy happy Mansion keep, Earthquakes that shake the Universe, Can't rock thee into sounder Sleep. With all the Charms of Peace possest, Secure from Life's Tormentor, Pain, Sleep and indulge thy self with Rest, Nor dream thou e'er shalt rise again. CHORUS @3Past is the Fear of future Doubt, The Sun is from the Dial gone, The Sands are sunk, the Glass is out, The Folly of the Farce is done, The Folly of,@1 &c. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE SHEPHERDS by EDWIN MARKHAM ONLY A WOMAN by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK THE HELMSMAN by HILDA DOOLITTLE THE IMPERCIPIENT (AT A CATHEDRAL SERVICE) by THOMAS HARDY SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND by THOMAS MOORE THE SHIP STARTING by WALT WHITMAN COMPLAINS, BEING HIND'RED THE SIGHT OF HIS NYMPH by PHILIP AYRES |