An ODE To SLEEP Charlotte Lennox (née Ramsay) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T139692 K110146.000 Lennox, Charlotte, ca. 1729-1804. Poems on Several Occasions. Written by a Young Lady. London printed for, and sold by S. Paterson 1747 pp. 49-51. [8],88p.; 8⁰.

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An ODE To SLEEP I. COME , gentle God of soft Repose , And charm my Soul to Rest ; In thy Embraces let me lose The Cares that rack my Breast . II . Arise , ye dear Deceits , arise , And drest in Damon's Form , My long-expecting , wishing Eyes With his Resemblance charm . III . Those melting Sounds still let me hear , Which did his Flame impart ; Which blest with Love my list'ning Ear , And pierc'd my yielding Heart . IV . Why rove my Thoughts on fancied Bliss Which only Dreams bestow ; For oh whene'er the Morn appears , I wake to real Woe . V. The envious Light from my sad Eyes , Drives all my Bliss away ; With Night the lovely Phantom flies , And leaves me lost in Day . VI . Since waking then I am distrest , And Pleasure's fled with him ; If sleeping I can still be blest , Let Life be all a Dream .