Emmanuel George Cefai

Gold Star - 35,773 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
Falling
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
a-dreaming
A-dreaming
Awhile< br>A sylph doth sing
A lulling lullaby.


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

  • A B Faniki (9/18/2019 1:55:00 PM)

    A Heartfelt piece with beautiful flow of words. Thanks for sharing such lovely images with us.(Report)Reply

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  • Leela chatterjee (5/19/2018 11:19:00 AM)

    A very sweet lullaby. I love it.(Report)Reply

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  • Narayanan Kutty PozhathNarayanan Kutty Pozhath (4/29/2018 9:21:00 PM)

    Dear one will sleep and sleep after listening to these lines. Beautiful words.(Report)Reply

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  • Rajnish MangaRajnish Manga (1/14/2018 12:25:00 AM)

    A very sweet poem and an adorable lullaby where the singer is wary of evil forces, too. Thanks.
    Invisible a sweet sylph sings
    A lulling lullaby.... forget.... ills
    ....wrongs and plots.... And treacheries:(Report)Reply

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  • Subhas Chandra ChakraSubhas Chandra Chakra (4/21/2016 10:23:00 AM)

    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
    Falling
    Falling thro’ your eye-lids thick
    With the lead of Morpheus awhile
    A sylph doth sing
    A lulling lullaby.
    I loved the best stanza of this poem.
    Thank you poet for this nice poem.(Report)Reply

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  • Elisabeth WingleElisabeth Wingle (2/9/2016 7:47:00 AM)

    very nice, I am getting sleepy......(Report)Reply

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  • Spock The VeganSpock The Vegan (12/26/2015 10:25:00 AM)

    Very nice poem. I can almost see a child peaceful and asleep in someone's arms. You are a very prolific poet.(Report)Reply

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  • Kewayne WadleyKewayne 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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  • Allotey Abossey (5/20/2015 3:19:00 AM)

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

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  • Daniel BrickDaniel 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

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  • 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