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To Mary: I Sleep with Thee I sleep with thee, and wake with thee, And yet thou art not there; I fill my arms with thoughts of thee, And press the common air. Thy eyes are gazing upon mine When thou art out of sight; My lips are always touching thine At morning, noon, and night.... Poet: John Clare	Nuptial Sleep At length their long kiss severed, with sweet smart: And as the last slow sudden drops are shed From sparkling eaves when all the storm has fled, So singly flagged the pulses of each heart. Their bosoms sundered, with the opening start Of married flowers to... Poet: Dante Gabriel Rossetti	To Sleep Come to me, angel of the weary hearted! Since they my loved ones, breathed upon by thee, Unto thy realms unreal have departed, I too may rest—even I: ah! haste to me. I dare not bid thy darker, colder brother With his more welcome offering appear,... Poet: Frances Sargent Osgood	Sea-Sleep sleep, sleep, sleep In thy folded waves, O Sea! Till the quiet breathings creep, With a low-voiced melody, Out of the glimmering deep. For sleep is the close of life; ’T is the end of love, and its birth; ’T is the... Poet: Thomas Lake Harris
Rock Me to Sleep Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again just for to-night! Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my... Poet: Elizabeth Akers Allen	On Waking from a Dreamless Sleep I waked; the sun was in the sky, The face of heaven was fair; The silence all about me lay, Of morning in the air. I said, Where hast thou been, my soul, Since the moon set in the west? I know not where thy feet have trod, Nor... Poet: Annie Fields	We Lay Us Down to Sleep We lay us down to sleep, And leave to God the rest: Whether to wake and weep Or wake no more be best. Why vex our souls with care? The grave is cool and low,— Have we found life so fair That we should dread to go? We ’ve... Poet: Louise Chandler Moulton	Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep “now i lay me down to sleep: I pray the Lord my soul to keep,” Was my childhood’s early prayer Taught by my mother’s love and care. Many years since then have fled; Mother slumbers with the dead; Yet methinks I see her now, With love-lit... Poet: Eugene Henry Pullen
To Sleep Sweet wooded way in life, forgetful Sleep! Dim, drowsy realm where restful shadows fall, And where the world’s glare enters not at all, Or in soft glimmer making rest more deep; Where sound comes not, or else like brooks that keep The world’s noise out, as... Poet: Maybury Fleming	Winter Sleep I know it must be winter (though I sleep)— I know it must be winter, for I dream I dip my bare feet in the running stream, And flowers are many, and the grass grows deep. I know I must be old (how age deceives!)— I know I must be old, for, all... Poet: Edith Matilda Thomas