Two at my head, Two at my feet, One at my heart, my soul to keep. TO SLEEP BY SIR PHILIP SIDNEY Come, Sleep, O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed; BY CHRISTOPHER MORLEY Yet, in the end, you take us all, dear Sleep— 1 From Parson's Pleasure by Christopher Morley, copyright 1923, George H. Doran Co., publishers. But when, all grateful and without wild words From THE LOTOS-EATERS BY ALFRED TENNYSON There is sweet music here that softer falls Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, From THE FAERIE QUEENE BY EDMUND SPENSER And more to lulle him in his slumber soft, A trickling streame from high rock tumbling downe, And ever-drizling raine upon the loft, Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sowne Of swarming Bees, did cast him in a swowne. No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes, As still are wont t'annoy the wallèd towne, Might there be heard; but carelesse Quiet lyes Wrapt in eternall silence farre from enimnyes. From IL PENSEROSO BY JOHN MILTON There in close covert by some brook And let some strange mysterious dream And, as I wake, sweet music breathe Above, about, or underneath, Sent by some spirit to mortals good, CARE-CHARMING SLEEP BY JOHN FLETCHER Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, Brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose On this afflicted prince; fall like a cloud, TO SLEEP (Extract) BY NORMAN GALE But thou, O Sleep, bend down and give Sleep, lest thou shouldst not hear me, Sleep. On aching balls that roam the room Say not that I am sleeping, dear, For oftentimes, methinks, her mood The blind grows pale with dawn, and hark! MIDSUMMER NIGHT BY ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN Mother of balms and soothings manifold, seven, To whom the voices of all rest are given, And those few stars whose scattered names are told. Far off, beyond the westward hills outrolled, Darker than thou, more still, more dreamy even, The golden moon leans in the dusky heaven, And under her, one star, a point of gold. |