Classic Poem

Sleep -

Lock vp, faire liddes, the treasure of my heart,
Preserue those beames, this age's onely light;
To her sweet sence, sweet sleepe some ease impart, —
Her sence, too weake to beare her spirit's might
And while, O sleepe, thou closest vp her sight, —
Her sight, where Loue did forge his fairest dart, —
O harbour all her parts in easefull plight;
Let no strange dreame make her faire body start.
But yet, O dreame, if thou wilt not depart
In this rare subiect from thy common right,
But wilt thy selfe in such a seate delight,
Then take my shape, and play a louer's part:
Kisse her from me, and say vnto her sprite,
Till her eyes shine I liue in darkest night.English