Sir Philip Sidney
Kent / England
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Sonnet Xxxix: Come, Sleep!

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Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace,
The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe,
The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release,
Th' indifferent judge between the high and low.
With shield of proof shield me from out the prease
Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw:
O make in me those civil wars to cease;
I will good tribute pay, if thou do so.
Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed,
A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light,
A rosy garland and a weary head:
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Ratnakar Mandlik 10 April 2016
An amazing poem counting all the good qualities and abilities of sleep. Thanks for sharing the sonnet here.
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