Top 100 Poems About: SLEEP


In this page, poems on / about “sleep” are listed.
  • 1.
    Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

    Whose woods these are I think I know.
    His house is in the village, though;
    He will not see me stopping here
    To watch his woods fill up with snow. read more »

    Robert Frost
  • 2.
    Sleep! Sleep! Beauty Bright

    Sleep! sleep! beauty bright,
    Dreaming o'er the joys of night;
    Sleep! sleep! in thy sleep read more »

    William Blake
  • 3.
    Dream Variations

    To fling my arms wide
    In some place of the sun,
    To whirl and to dance
    Till the white day is done. read more »

    Langston Hughes
  • 4.
    A Long, Long Sleep, A Famous Sleep

    A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
    That makes no show for dawn
    By strech of limb or stir of lid, --
    An independent one. read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 5.
    To Sleep

    O SOFT embalmer of the still midnight!
    Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
    Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,
    Enshaded in forgetfulness divine; read more »

    John Keats
  • 6.
    A Cradle Song

    Sweet dreams form a shade,
    O'er my lovely infants head.
    Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,
    By happy silent moony beams read more »

    William Blake
  • 7.
    What If You Slept ...

    What if you slept
    And what if
    In your sleep
    You dreamed read more »

    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  • 8.
    I Am Going To Sleep

    Teeth of flowers, hairnet of dew,
    hands of herbs, you, perfect wet nurse,
    prepare the earthly sheets for me
    and the down quilt of weeded moss. read more »

    Alfonsina Storni
  • 9.
    Good Morrow

    I wonder, by my truth, what thou and I
    Did, till we loved; were we not weaned till then,
    But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
    Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den? read more »

    John Donne
  • 10.
    Sleep

    Do you give yourself to me utterly,

    Body and no-body, flesh and no-flesh read more »

    Kenneth Slessor
  • 11.
    Wynken, Blynken, And Nod

    Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
    Sailed off in a wooden shoe,--
    Sailed on a river of crystal light
    Into a sea of dew. read more »

    Eugene Field
  • 12.
    Sleep And Poetry

    As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete
    Was unto me, but why that I ne might
    Rest I ne wist, for there n'as erthly wight
    [As I suppose] had more of hertis ese read more »

    John Keats
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