Where lies the lidded Sleep
Throughout the waking hours?
Beelike, in the honeyed deep
Of her favourite flowers,
Where the drowsy drops distil
Dreams, the coming night to fill,
Or, to soothe the weary brain,
Sweet forgetfulness of pain.
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Sleep can be a balm to soothe the grieving soul. to prepare us for an exciting or gruelling time, or as Father Tabb states, 'to soothe the weary brain', to banish pain. We need sleep as we need air to breathe but doesn't old Father Tabb say it so well?
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Poems personifying qualities or objexts seem to be a dying breed these days but Tabb's verse on sleep is a good example of the style.
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