The Mind
To Sleep
From Poems (1790)
The Mind
Where are the downy slumbers fled
Which hover'd nightly o'er my head,
And soon as I my pillow prest,
Closed my eyes in sweetest rest?
By wakeful Love forbid to stay,
Alas! too long ye keep away!
O come, ye vagrant slumbers, spread
Again your pinions o'er my head!
O, long unchear'd my sweet repose,
Again my fainting eye-lids close!
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MLA
Downman, Hugh. “To Sleep.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/downman/21/.
Chicago
Downman, Hugh. “To Sleep.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/downman/21/.
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