COME, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving
Lock me in delight awhile;
Let some pleasing dreams beguile
All my fancies; that from thence
I may feel an influence
All my powers of care bereaving!
Though but a shadow, but a sliding,
Let me know some little joy!
We that suffer long annoy
Are contented with a thought
Through an idle fancy wrought:
O let my joys have some abiding!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Personally, this specific poem by John Fletcher talks to me. In my hectic life, it's only when I lay on my bed in peacefull slumber that life actually seems worth it to me!