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Two More Famous poems about sleep

Sleep! Sleep! Beauty Bright by William Blake

Sleep! Sleep! beauty bright,

Dreaming often the joys of night.

Sleep! Sleep! in thy sleep

Little sorrows sit and weep.

Sweet babe, in thy face

Soft desires I can trace,

Secret joys and secret miles,

Little pretty infant wiles.

As thy softest limbs I feel,

Smiles as of the morning steal

O’er thy cheek, and o’er thy breast

Where thy little heart does rest.

O! the cunning wiles that creep

In thy little heart asleep.

When thy little heart does wake

Then the dreadful lightnings break.

From thy cheek and from the eye,

O’er the youthful harvests nigh.

Infant wiles and infant smiles

Heaven and Earth of peace beguiles.

To Sleep by John Keats

O soft embalmer of the still midnight!

Shutting, with careful fingers and benign.

Our gloom-please’d eyes, embower’d from the light.

Enshaded in forgetfulness divine,

O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close,

In midst of this time hymn, my willing eyes.

Or wait the Amen, ere the poppy throws

Around my bed its lulling charities;

Then save me, or the passed day will shine

Upon my pillow, breeding many woes;

Save me from curious conscience, that still hoards

Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;

Turn the key deftly in the oiled words,

And seal the hushed casket of my soul.

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April 21, 2010 Posted by | poetry | , , , | Leave a comment

Three Famous Poems About Sleep

Enjoy these selections. If you are having a hard time sleeping you can challenge yourself by trying to memorize a passage.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village, though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

to stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there’s some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

A Long, Long Sleep, a Famous Sleep by Emily  Dickinson

A long, long sleep, a famous sleep

That makes no show for dawn

By stretch of limb or stir of lid,

An independent one.

Was ever idleness like this?

Within a hut of stone

To bask the centuries away

Nor once look up for noon?

Dream Variations by Langston

To fling my arms wide

In some place of the sun,

To whirl and to dance

Till the white day is done.

Then rest at cool evening

Beneath a tall tree

While night comes genty,

Dark like me–

That is my dream!

To fling my arms wide

In the face of the sun,

Dance! Whirl! Whirl!

Till the quick day is done.

Rest at pale evening…

A tall, slim tree…

Night coming tenderly

Black like me.

April 20, 2010 Posted by | poetry | Leave a comment