Sleepe, Angry Beauty
by Thomas Campion
Sleepe, angry beauty, sleep, and feare not me.
For who a sleeping Lyon dares provoke?
It shall suffice me here to sit and see
Those lips shut up that never kindely spoke.
What sight can more content a lover's minde
Then beauty seeming harmlesse, if not kinde?
My words have charm'd her, for secure shee sleepes ;
Though guilty much of wrong done to my love ;
And in her slumber, see, shee close-ey'd weepes :
Dreames often more then waking passions move.
Pleade, sleepe, my cause, and make her soft like thee,
That shee in peace may wake and pitty mee.
Source: Poems of Sleep and Dreams. Everyman's Library, 2004. 38.