To —— Baltimore Saturday Visiter Poem by Edgar Allan Poe
Sleep on, sleep on, another hour —
I would not break so calm a sleep,
To wake to sunshine and to show’r,
To smile and weep.
Sleep on, sleep on, like sculptured thing,
Majestic, beautiful art thou;
Sure seraph shields thee with his wing
And fans thy brow —
We would not deem thee child of earth,
For, O, angelic, is thy form!
But, that in heav’n thou had’st thy birth,
Where comes no storm
To mar the bright, the perfect flow’r,
But all is beautiful and still —
And golden sands proclaim the hour
Which brings no ill.
Sleep on, sleep on, some fairy dream
Perchance is woven in thy sleep —
But, O, thy spirit, calm, serene,
Must wake to weep.
First published: Baltimore Saturday Visiter, May 11, 1833 This poem was first attributed to Poe by John C. French. “Tamerlane,” at the end of the poem, refers to the poem Tamerlane