TO ———.
Poe
Sleep on, sleep on, another hour—
To wake to sunshine and to show'r,
Sleep on, sleep on, like sculptured thing,
Sure seraph shields thee with his wing
We would not deem thee child of earth,
But, that in heav'n thou had'st thy birth,
To mar the bright, the perfect flow'r,
And golden sands proclaim the hour
Sleep on, sleep on, some fairy dream
But, O, thy spirit, calm, serene,