COME, balmy Sleep! tired nature's soft resort! <br />On these sad temples all thy poppies shed; <br />And bid gay dreams, from Morpheus' airy court, <br />Float in light vision round my aching head! <br />Secure of all thy blessings, partial Power! <br />On his hard bed the peasant throws him down; <br />And the poor sea-boy, in the rudest hour, <br />Enjoys thee more than he who wears a crown. <br />Clasp'd in her faithful shepherd's guardian arms, <br />Well may the village girl sweet slumbers prove; <br />And they, O gentle Sleep! still taste thy charms, <br />Who wake to labour, liberty, and love. <br />But still thy opiate aid dost thou deny <br />To calm the anxious breast; to close the streaming eye.<br /><br />Charlotte Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xi-to-sleep/
