English poem
Sleeping.
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By stretch of limb or stir of lid,— An independent one. Was ever idleness like this? Within a hut of stone To bask the centuries away Nor once look up for noon?
Versos English Emily Elizabeth Dickinson Sleeping.
English poem
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By stretch of limb or stir of lid,— An independent one. Was ever idleness like this? Within a hut of stone To bask the centuries away Nor once look up for noon?