Sir Philip Sidney - Sleep

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Sir Philip Sidney - Sleep - Sonnet 39 Astrophil And Stella - Read by Classic Poetry Aloud

Sleep
Sonnet 39
Astrophil And Stella
by Sir Philip Sidney (1554-1586)

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 of 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.

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