 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
SLEEP MY LOVE.
Sleep, my love—sleep, my love,
Wake not to weep my love,
Though thy sweet eyes are all hidden from me;
Why shouldst thou waken to sorrows like mine, love,
While thou mayst, in dreaming, taste pleasure divine, love?
For blest are the visions of slumber, like thine, love—
So sleep thee, nor know who says “Farewell to thee!”
Wake not to weep my love,
Though thy sweet eyes are all hidden from me;
Why shouldst thou waken to sorrows like mine, love,
While thou mayst, in dreaming, taste pleasure divine, love?
For blest are the visions of slumber, like thine, love—
So sleep thee, nor know who says “Farewell to thee!”
Sleep, my love—sleep, my love,
Wake not to weep my love,
Though thy sweet eyes are all hidden from me:
Hard 'tis to part without one look of kindness—
Yet sleep more resembles fond love, in its blindness,
And thy look would enchain me again; so I find less
Of pain, to say “Farewell, sweet slumberer, to thee!”
Wake not to weep my love,
Though thy sweet eyes are all hidden from me:
Hard 'tis to part without one look of kindness—
Yet sleep more resembles fond love, in its blindness,
And thy look would enchain me again; so I find less
Of pain, to say “Farewell, sweet slumberer, to thee!”
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |