Close now thine eyes, and rest secure; Thy Soule is safe enough; thy Body sure; He that loves thee, he that keepes And guards thee, never slumbers, never sleepes. The smiling Conscience in a sleeping breast Has only peace, has only rest: The musicke and the mirth of Kings, Are all but very Discords, when she sings: Then close thine Eyes and rest secure; No Sleepe so sweet as thine, no rest so sure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAVALIER TUNES: MARCHING ALONG by ROBERT BROWNING RUPERT BROOKE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON MEMORY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR DREAM-LOVE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SUMMER (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI BEETHOVEN'S SEVENTH SYMPHONY by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN APRIL by MARY RUSSELL BARTLETT |