Sleep Angry Beauty
Author: Unknown
Sleep, angry beauty, sleep, and fear not me.
For who a sleeping lion dares to provoke?
It shall suffice me here to sit and see.
Those lips shut up, that never kindly spoke.
What sight can more content a lover's mind?
Than beauty seeming harmless, if not kind?
My words have charmed him, for secure he sleeps;
through guilty much of wrong done to my love, and in his slumber, see!
He close-eyed weeps!
Dreams often more than waking passions move.
Plead, Sleep, my cause and make him soft like thee.
That he in peace may wake and pity me.
Author: Unknown
Sleep, angry beauty, sleep, and fear not me.
For who a sleeping lion dares to provoke?
It shall suffice me here to sit and see.
Those lips shut up, that never kindly spoke.
What sight can more content a lover's mind?
Than beauty seeming harmless, if not kind?
My words have charmed him, for secure he sleeps;
through guilty much of wrong done to my love, and in his slumber, see!
He close-eyed weeps!
Dreams often more than waking passions move.
Plead, Sleep, my cause and make him soft like thee.
That he in peace may wake and pity me.
