An
ODE
To
SLEEP
I.
COME
,
gentle
God
of
soft
Repose
,
And
charm
my
Soul
to
Rest
;
In
thy
Embraces
let
me
lose
The
Cares
that
rack
my
Breast
.
II
.
Arise
,
ye
dear
Deceits
,
arise
,
And
drest
in
Damon's
Form
,
My
long-expecting
,
wishing
Eyes
With
his
Resemblance
charm
.
III
.
Those
melting
Sounds
still
let
me
hear
,
Which
did
his
Flame
impart
;
Which
blest
with
Love
my
list'ning
Ear
,
And
pierc'd
my
yielding
Heart
.
IV
.
Why
rove
my
Thoughts
on
fancied
Bliss
Which
only
Dreams
bestow
;
For
oh
whene'er
the
Morn
appears
,
I
wake
to
real
Woe
.
V.
The
envious
Light
from
my
sad
Eyes
,
Drives
all
my
Bliss
away
;
With
Night
the
lovely
Phantom
flies
,
And
leaves
me
lost
in
Day
.
VI
.
Since
waking
then
I
am
distrest
,
And
Pleasure's
fled
with
him
;
If
sleeping
I
can
still
be
blest
,
Let
Life
be
all
a
Dream
.