“Blest! who can unconcern’dly find
Hours, days, and years slide swift away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day”
Written by Alexander Pope
“Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me”
Written by John Donne
Dawn is about to break.
The sunlight dwells in my sweethearts love.
She is my light.
The sun shines on me when her gaze fall upon me.”
Written by Mikkel Urup
“But silent musings urge the mind to seek
Something, too high for syllables to speak;
Till the free soul to a composedness charmed,
Finding the elements of rage disarmed”
Written by Anne Kingsmill Finch
“Insect lover of the sun
Joy of thy dominion!
Sailor of the atmosphere;
Swimmer through the waves of air;
Voyager of light and noon”
Written by Ralph Waldo Emerson
“But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart-
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows
And if you like
The perfect places of Sleep.”
Written by Edward Estlin Cummings
“When I arose and saw the dawn
I sigh’d for thee;
When light rode high and the dew was gone
And noon lay heavy on flower and tree
And the weary Day turn’d to his rest
Lingering like an unloved guest
I sigh’d for thee.”
Written by Percy Bysshe Shelley
“I woke and chid my honest fingers, —
The gem was gone;
And now an amethyst remembrance
Is all I own.”
Written by Emily Dickinson
“My Snow White slept so peacefully
My kiss awoke her
And thus we still live in a magic world
Where the bidding of our dreams lives”
Written by Mikkel Urup
“I ARISE from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low
And the stars are shining bright
I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet”
Written by Percy Bysshe Shelley
“A fool I was to sleep at noon,
And wake when night is chilly
Beneath the comfortless cold moon;
A fool to pluck my rose too soon,
A fool to snap my lily.”
Written by Christina Rossetti
“Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale’s complaint
It dies upon her heart,
As I must die on thine”
Written by Percy Bysshe Shelley
