Sleep, Sleep, My Sweet One Sleep Comments

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A Heartfelt piece with beautiful flow of words. Thanks for sharing such lovely images with us.

A very sweet lullaby. I love it.

Dear one will sleep and sleep after listening to these lines. Beautiful words.

A very sweet poem and an adorable lullaby where the singer is wary of evil forces, too. Thanks. Invisible a sweet sylph sings A lulling lullaby.... forget.... ills ....wrongs and plots.... And treacheries:

Sleep, sleep, my sweet one sleep And woes forget and ills And wrongs and plots And treacheries: Like a veiled mist Dreams are falling through Falling Falling Falling thro’ your eye-lids thick With the lead of Morpheus awhile A sylph doth sing A lulling lullaby. I loved the best stanza of this poem. Thank you poet for this nice poem.

very nice, I am getting sleepy......

Very nice poem. I can almost see a child peaceful and asleep in someone's arms. You are a very prolific poet.

Gentle. A calming peace that sweeps through the still night. Sincere in every sense! The tone is perfect. Nicely written

Lovely poem... God bless you

This is lovely in the sense of stillness and comfort and safety. There is not a care anywhere in sight. Certainly the sleeper sleeps without alarm. The one who watches and summons sleep is fare too focused on the sleeper to feel any other emotion than tenderness. And the sylphs, being creatures of the Imagination, perform according to their script. It is not often that we can find such a place of calm, even in our imagined realms. Let's treasure it and not disturb the sleeper, the watcher and the softly singing sylphs.

This is a lovely, quiet and quieting lullaby. And the refrain is especially focused on the goal of every lullaby - to induce sleep as something safe and gentle, something to welcome without fear. I'm impressed with the speaker of this poem. S/He seems to possess infinite patience and gentleness, and is willing to spend the time needed for this child to finally surrender to sleep. There is a passage, however, in the second stanza which surprised me because it does not seem addressed to a child, namely SLEEP... WOES FORGET AND ILLS, /AND WRONGS AND PLOTS, /AND TREACHERIES. I'm glad the last stanza forgets these things and returns to the singing sylph.