Come, Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, <br />The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, <br />The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, <br />Th' indifferent judge between the high and low; <br />With shield of proof shield me from out the press <br />Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw! <br />O make in me those civil wars to cease!— <br />I will good tribute pay if thou do so. <br />Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, <br />A chamber deaf of noise and blind of light, <br />A rosy garland, and a weary head; <br />And if these things, as being thine in right, <br />Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, <br />Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-sleep-o-sleep-the-certain-knot-of-peace/
