Come to bless me, mother of nightly rest,
O charming princess to all— seers and saints,
Savants or shepherds, paupers and peasants—
Solace to tired souls, thou art welcome guest;
Come, sway thy magic wand that I forget
All my day-long slumber-stealing sorrows,
That I sleep as if there be no morrows,
Spread thy pleasant wings, thy touch of velvet.
I know, easy doth thou show a kind face—
Even to sinners most sinful, meanest,
Peaceful that rest in thy merciful nest;
I plead, deny me not thy divine grace,
Come O sleep, that I lose not my last faith,
Let me dwell deep upon thy face of death.
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- Sonnets | 28.11.08 |
Aniruddha Pathak
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