Come to bless me, mother of nightly rest, <br />O charming princess to all— seers and saints, <br />Savants or shepherds, paupers and peasants— <br />Solace to tired souls, thou art welcome guest; <br />Come, sway thy magic wand that I forget <br />All my day-long slumber-stealing sorrows, <br />That I sleep as if there be no morrows, <br />Spread thy pleasant wings, thy touch of velvet. <br />I know, easy doth thou show a kind face— <br />Even to sinners most sinful, meanest, <br />Peaceful that rest in thy merciful nest; <br />I plead, deny me not thy divine grace, <br /> Come O sleep, that I lose not my last faith, <br /> Let me dwell deep upon thy face of death. <br />_________________________________________________ <br /> - Sonnets | 28.11.08 |<br /><br />Aniruddha Pathak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-me-o-sleep-unmask-thy-face-of-death/
