Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONNET: TO SLEEP, by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH



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First Line: A flock of sheep that leisurely pass on
Last Line: Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!
Variant Title(s): Sleeplessness
Subject(s): Insomnia; Sleeplessness


A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
One after one; the sound of rain, and bees
Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas,
Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky;--
I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie
Sleepless; and soon the small birds' melodies
Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees,
And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry.
Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay,
And could not win thee, Sleep, by any stealth:
So do not let me wear to-night away;
Without thee what is all the morning's wealth?
Come, blessed barrier between day and day,
Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!




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