Sleep on, sleep on, another hour -- I would not break so calm a sleep, To wake to sunshine and to show'r, To smile and weep. Sleep on, sleep on, like sculptured thing, Majestic, beautiful art thou; Sure seraph fans thee with his wing And fans thy brow -- We would not deem thee child of earth, For, O, angelic is thy form! But that in heav'n thou had'st thy birth, Where comes no storm To mar the bright, the perfect flow'r, But all is beautiful and still -- And golden sands proclaim the hour Which brings no ill. Sleep on, sleep on, some fairy dream Perchance is woven in thy sleep -- But, O, thy spirit, calm, serene, Must wake to weep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRUG STORE by JOHN VAN ALSTYN WEAVER HITOPADESA: DEDICATION by EDWIN ARNOLD THE OVIPAROUS TAILOR by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES HIS WORST ENEMY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET BLESSINGS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 32 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH HOME, SWEET HOME WITH VARIATIONS: 1. ORIGINAL THEME AS PAYNE WROTE IT by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER TO A YOUNG LADY, WHOSE BIRD WAS NEARLY KILLED by NATHANIEL COTTON |