Come to Me, Sleep
Dublin Core
Title
Come to Me, Sleep
Description
Come to me, gentle Sleep!
Each lonely burning thought
Come with thy urn of dew,
Come, as to the folding flowers,
I pine, I pine for thee!
Come with thy spells, the soft, the deep,And set my spirit free!
Each lonely burning thought
In twilight languor steep;
Come to the full heart, long o'er wrought,O! gentle, gentle Sleep.
Come with thy urn of dew,
Sleep, gentle Sleep! -but bring
No voice, love's yearnings to renew,No visions on thy wing!
Come, as to the folding flowers,
To birds, in forests deep;
Long, dark, and dreamless be thine hours,O gentle, gentle Sleep!
Creator
Unattributed
Source
1:26, p. 4
Date
1837.07.01
Collection
Citation
Unattributed, “Come to Me, Sleep,” Periodical Poets, accessed May 19, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/213.
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