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Title: Sleep-Book
Some of the Poetry of Slumber

Author: Various

Release Date: September 3, 2005 [EBook #16637]

Language: English

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SLEEP-BOOK

SOME OF THE POETRY OF SLUMBER

COLLECTED BY

LEOLYN LOUISE EVERETT

NEW YORK

THE WATKINS COMPANY

1910

Three hundred and twenty copies of this book have been printed on
hand-made Van Gelder paper, for The Watkins Company, at the press of
Styles & Cash New York, and type distributed.

This book is No.

To

ETHEL DU FRE HOUSTON

who has brought the joy and beauty of dream into so many lives

SLEEP-BOOK

I.

Peace, peace, thou over-anxious, foolish heart,
Rest, ever-seeking soul, calm, mad desires,
Quiet, wild dreams--this is the time of sleep.
Hold her more close than life itself. Forget
All the excitements of the day, forget
All problems and discomforts. Let the night
Take you unto herself, her blessed self.
Peace, peace, thou over-anxious, foolish heart,
Rest, ever-seeking soul, calm, mad desires,
Quiet, wild dreams--this is the time of sleep.

_Leolyn Louise Everett_.

II.

Sleep, softly-breathing god! his downy wing
Was fluttering now.

_Samuel T. Coleridge_.

I lay in slumber's shadowy vale

_Samuel T. Coleridge_.

III.

And more to lulle him in his slumber soft,
A trickling stream from high rock tumbling down
And ever-drizzling raine upon the loft,
Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sowne
Of swarming Bees, did cast him in a swowne.
No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes,
As still are wont t'annoy the walled towne,
Might there be heard; but carelesse Quiet lyes
Wrapt in eternal! silence farre from enimyes.

_Edmund Spenser_.

IV.

The waters murmuring,
With such cohort as they keep
Entice the dewy-feathered Sleep.
_Il Penseroso_.

_John Milton_.

V.
Ye sp