Sir Philip Sidney

(1554 - 1586 / Kent / England)

Sonnet Xxxix: Come, Sleep! - Poem by Sir Philip Sidney

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:
And if these things, as being thine by right,
Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me,
Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.

Form: Sonnet


Comments about Sonnet Xxxix: Come, Sleep! by Sir Philip Sidney

  • (4/10/2016 10:50:00 AM)


    An amazing poem counting all the good qualities and abilities of sleep. Thanks for sharing the sonnet here. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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