Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet!
Nothing comes to thee new or strange.
Sleep full of rest from head to feet;
Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.
-- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
-- To J. S.
Nothing comes to thee new or strange.
Sleep full of rest from head to feet;
Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.
-- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
-- To J. S.
Related:
- Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace!
Sleep, holy spirit,
blessed soul, While the stars burn, the moons increase... - The shadow cloak'd from head to foot.
-- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
-
In Memoriam, xxiii, Stanza... - This laurel greener from the brows
Of him that utter'd nothing base.
Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- To the... - This is thy hour, O Soul;
Thy free flight into the wordless
Away from books,
from art. The day erased; the lesson done. Thee fully... - Don't hate yourself in the morning -
Sleep till noon... - Don't hate yourself in the morning --
sleep till noon... - Don't hate yourself in the morning --
sleep till noon... - Don't hate yourself in the morning --
sleep till noon... - Don't hate yourself in the morning --
sleep till noon...
