Come Sleep, O Sleep
Philip Sidney
Come sleep, O sleep, the certain knot of peace,
The baiting place of wit, the balm of woe,
The poor mans wealth, the prisoner's release,
Th'indifferent judge between the high and low;
With shield of proof shield me from out the prease
Of those fierce darts, despair at me doth throw:
Oh make in me those civil wars to cease;
I will good tribute pay if thou do so.
Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed,
A chamber deaf to noise, and blind to light:
A rosy garland, and a weary head:
And if these things, as being thine by right,
Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me,
Livelier than elsewhere Stella's image see.
Astrophil and Stella [39]
