Sleep! the spirits that attend On thy waking hours are fled. Heaven thou canst not now offend Till thy slumber-plumes are shed; Consciousness alone doth lend Life its pain, and death its dread; Innocence and peace befriend All the sleeping and the dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EASTER HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE VIKING GRAVE AT LADBY by KAREN SWENSON DREAM-LOVE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI STANZAS ON THE CONVERSION OF THE JEWS by BERNARD BARTON PSALM 119 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |