Poem – “Astrophil and Stella” 39 by Sir Philip Sidney | Hakon’s What’s the verse that could happen?


Come sleep, O sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man’s wealth, the prisoner’s release, Th’indifferent judge between the high and low; With shield of proof shield me from out the prease Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw; Oh make in me those civil wars to cease; I will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light, A rosy garland and a weary head; And if these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, Livelier than elsewhere, Stella’s image see.

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