Saturday, January 8, 2011

We're having more of those crisp, clear, chilly winter days. MUCH preferable to snow but people are complaining about having to scrap their car windows and de-icing doors. Cold temperatures and living on the coast are not always compatable.

Come Sleep! O Sleep, the Certain Knot of Peace

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,
The indifferent judge between the high and low:
With shield of proof shield me from out the press
Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw:
O 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.

Sonnet XXXIX
Sir Philip Sidney 1554 - 1586

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