John Fletcher

(20 December 1579 - 29 August 1625 / Rye, Sussex, England)

Sleep


COME, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving
Lock me in delight awhile;
Let some pleasing dreams beguile
All my fancies; that from thence
I may feel an influence
All my powers of care bereaving!

Though but a shadow, but a sliding,
Let me know some little joy!
We that suffer long annoy
Are contented with a thought
Through an idle fancy wrought:
O let my joys have some abiding!

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004
Edited: Tuesday, May 22, 2012

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  • Myriam Night (5/16/2006 9:34:00 AM)

    Personally, this specific poem by John Fletcher talks to me. In my hectic life, it's only when I lay on my bed in peacefull slumber that life actually seems worth it to me! (Report) Reply

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