Poem by William Wordsworth

To Sleep (A FLOCK of sheep that leisurely pass by)

A FLOCK of sheep that leisurely pass by,
One after one; the sound of rain, and bees
Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas,
Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky;
I have thought of all by turns, and yet do lie
Sleepless! and soon the small birds' melodies
Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees;
And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry.
Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay,
And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth:
So do not let me wear to-night away:
Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth?
Come, blessed barrier between day and day,
Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!

1. The River Eden, Cumberland
2. Hart-Leap Well
3. Hart’s-Horn Tree, near Penrith
4. The Kirk of Ulpha
5. Inside of King’s College Chapel, Cambridge: Continued

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