SLEEP on, and dream of Heaven awhile -- Tho' shut so close thy laughing eyes. Thy rosy lips still wear a smile And more, and breathe delicious sighs! Ah, now soft blushes tinge her cheeks And mantle o'er her neck of snow: Ah, now she murmurs, now she speaks What most I wish -- and fear to know! She starts, she trembles, and she weeps! Her fair hands folded on her breast: -- And now, how like a saint she sleeps! A seraph in the realms of rest! Sleep on secure! Above controul Thy thoughts belong to Heaven and thee. And may the secret of thy soul Remain within its sanctuary! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MOMENT by HAYDEN CARRUTH NOT TRANSHISTORICAL DEATH, OR AT LEAST NOT QUITE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SMALLISH SON by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON TALK OF PEACE AT THIS TIME by ROBERT FROST RETURN (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |