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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