Charlotte Turner Smith (Шарлотта Смит)

Sonnet 11. To Sleep

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

1. Sonnet 67. On Passing over a Dreary Tract
2. Sonnet 42. Composed During a Walk
3. Verses, on the Death of the Same Lady
4. Sonnet 32. To Melancholy. Written on the Banks of the Arun, October, 1785
5. Thirty-Eight

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