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    Sir Philip Sidney - Sleep


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

    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.