Love
To sleep
Love
HOw comes it Sleep, that thou
Even kisses me affords
Of her (deare her) so far who's absent now?
How did I heare those Words,
Which Rocks might move, and move the Pines to Bow?
Aye me, before halfe day
Why did'st thou steale away?
Returne, I thine for ever will remaine,
If thou wilt bring with thee that Guest againe.
Cite this poem
MLA
Drummond, William, of Hawthornden. “To sleep.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/drummond/96/.
Chicago
Drummond, William, of Hawthornden. “To sleep.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/drummond/96/.
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