Come, balmy Sleep! tired Nature's soft resort! On these sad temples all thy poppies shed; And bid gay dreams, from Morpheus' airy court, Float in light vision round my aching head! Secure of all thy blessings, partial Power! On his hard bed the peasant throws him down; And the poor sea-boy, in the rudest hour, Enjoys thee more than he who wears a crown. Clasp'd in her faithful shepherd's guardian arms, Well may the village-girl sweet slumbers prove; And they, O gentle Sleep! still taste thy charms, Who wake to labour, liberty, and love. But still thy opiate aid dost thou deny To calm the anxious breast, to close the streaming eye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESPONDING SOUL'S WISH by JOHN BYROM IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 106 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE WAKE OF THE KING OF SPAIN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD INCOGNITA IN THE TEMPLE OF THESEUS by SEYMOUR GREEN WHEELER BENJAMIN THE OMINOUS TIMES by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |