Emmanuel George Cefai

Gold Star - 10,945 Points (12th March 1955 / Victoria, Gozo)

Sleep, Sleep, My Sweet One Sleep - Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Sleep, sleep, my sweet one sleep
Let the film of Morpheus come
Like a veiled mist
And visit your eye-lids
And in the airs around
Invisible a sweet sylph sings
A lulling lullaby.

Sleep, sleep, my sweet one sleep
And woes forget and ills
And wrongs and plots
And treacheries:
Like a veiled mist
Dreams are falling through
Falling thro’ your eye-lids thick
With the lead of Morpheus awhile
A sylph doth sing
A lulling lullaby.

Sleep, sleep, my sweet one sleep
And think of day and night
And dusk and dawn
And even
As one film images pass
Along your eyes a-dreaming
Awhile< br>A sylph doth sing
A lulling lullaby.

Comments about Sleep, Sleep, My Sweet One Sleep by Emmanuel George Cefai

  • Gold Star - 6,628 Points Kewayne Wadley (6/21/2015 12:11:00 AM)

    Gentle. A calming peace that sweeps through the still night.
    Sincere in every sense! The tone is perfect.
    Nicely written (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 11,241 Points Allotey Abossey (5/20/2015 3:19:00 AM)

    Lovely poem... God bless you (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 20,853 Points Daniel Brick (5/2/2015 2:44:00 AM)

    This is lovely in the sense of stillness and comfort and safety. There is not a care anywhere in sight. Certainly the sleeper sleeps without alarm. The one who watches and summons sleep is fare too focused on the sleeper to feel any other emotion than tenderness. And the sylphs, being creatures of the Imagination, perform according to their script. It is not often that we can find such a place of calm, even in our imagined realms. Let's treasure it and not disturb the sleeper, the watcher and the softly singing sylphs. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Daniel Brick (6/17/2014 6:39:00 PM)

    This is a lovely, quiet and quieting lullaby. And the refrain is especially focused on the goal of every lullaby - to induce sleep as something safe and gentle, something to welcome without fear. I'm impressed with the speaker of this poem. S/He seems to possess infinite patience and gentleness, and is willing to spend the time needed for this child to finally surrender to sleep. There is a passage, however, in the second stanza which surprised me because it does not seem addressed to a child, namely SLEEP... WOES FORGET AND ILLS, /AND WRONGS AND PLOTS, /AND TREACHERIES. I'm glad the last stanza forgets these things and returns to the singing sylph. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 5, 2011

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