Ode to Sleep by Thomas Warton

Ghizela Rowe - Pop, In English
Ode to Sleep by Thomas Warton
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Lyrics
On this my pensive pillow, gentle Sleep! Descend, in all thy downy plumage drest: Wipe with thy wing these eyes that wake to weep And place thy crown of poppies on my breast O steep my senses in oblivion's balm And sooth my throbbing pulse with lenient hand; This tempest of my boiling blood becalm! Despair grows mild at thy supreme command Yet ah! in vain, familiar with the gloom And sadly toiling through the tedious night I seek sweet slumber, while that virgin bloom For ever hovering, haunts my wretched sight Nor would the dawning day my sorrows charm: Black midnight and the blaze of noon alikе To me appear, while with upliftеd arm Death stands prepar'd, but still delays, to strike
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- Thomas Warton