To Sleep: Charlottee Turner Smith

“COME, balmy Sleep! tired nature’s soft resort!
On these sad temples all thy poppies shed;
And bid day dreams, from Morpheus’ airy court,
Float in light vision around my aching head!
Secure all thy blessings, partial Power!
On his hard bed the peasant throws him down;
And the poor sea-boy, in the rudest hour,
Enjoys thee more than he who wears a crown.
Clasp’d in her faithful shepherd’s guardian arms,
Well may the village girl sweet slumbers prove;
And they, O gentle Sleep! still taste thy charms ,
Who wake to labour, liberty, and love.
But still thy opiate aid dost thou deny
To calm the anxious breast; to close the streaming eye.” – Charlotte Turner Smith

Beautiful is her construction; thoughtful is her lines. Romantic poet Charlottee is nothing less than a legend. No poet conveys emotions better than this beautiful lady.

Her lines have soul; her lines speak to heart directly. There is no place for confusion in her poems. Her poems deliver exactly what they are supposed to convey.

Her poems care little to restrictions. They cannot be confined inside any boundary. They are free.

The freedom her poems enjoy is what that gives wings to them. They fly high. From them, even sky is not a limit.

Let’s take a minute to remember this legend poet.

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