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Sonnets: Miscellaneous Sonnets - To Sleep (Sonnet 6) Post by :m.larsen1 Category :Poems Author :William Wordsworth Date :July 2011 Read :2337

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To Sleep (Sonnet 6)


A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by,
One after one; the sound of rain, and bees
Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas,
Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky;
I've thought of all by turns; and still I lie
Sleepless; and soon the small birds' melodies
Must hear, first utter'd from my orchard trees;
And the first Cuckoo's melancholy cry.
Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay,
And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth:
So do not let me wear to night away:
Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth?
Come, blessed barrier betwixt day and day,
Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!

Content of To Sleep (Sonnet 6) (William Wordsworth's poems: Part The First - Miscellaneous Sonnets)

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