Love
In That Sleep of Death What Dreams May Come?
From Poems (1908)
Love
O grant me darkness! Let no gleam
Recall the visionary ray!
Give me to sleep without a dream.
Too often have I dreamt by day.
The dreams of day are all too strong;
Give me undreaming sleep, and long.
If blackest night be of the stuft
Whereof sun-woven days are made,
I that have dreamed, and dreamed enough
Tremble, of dreamier dreams afraid.
Give to the heart Thy dreams have blest
The dark unconsciousness of rest!
Cite this poem
MLA
Coleridge, Mary E. “In That Sleep of Death What Dreams May Come?” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/coleridge_m/167/.
Chicago
Coleridge, Mary E. “In That Sleep of Death What Dreams May Come?” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/coleridge_m/167/.
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