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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by PHILIPPE DESPORTES First Line: Sleep, peaceful son of solitary night Last Line: I burn, and 'neath thy frozen horrors wake. | |||
SLEEP, peaceful son of solitary night, Parent, who dost all creatures feed and bless, Gracious magician, grief's forgetfulness, For wounded souls the garb of healing might. God! kind to all, why me alone dost slight? Why me alone do weary labours press? Now night's black coursers all the world possess, And each thy gift enjoys as common right. Where is thy silence, thy repose, and peace, Thy dreams which float around as cloudy fleece, And in oblivion's flood drown thought and ache? Brother of death, now art thou foe to me! I ask thy help, but thou must sleeping be; I burn, and 'neath thy frozen horrors wake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF DIANA by PHILIPPE DESPORTES SONNET (1) by PHILIPPE DESPORTES SONNET (2) by PHILIPPE DESPORTES SONNET (3) by PHILIPPE DESPORTES VILLANELLE by PHILIPPE DESPORTES TO A FRIEND WRITING ON CABARET DANCERS by EZRA POUND ON DIGITAL EXTREMITIES by FRANK GELETT BURGESS |
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