Sleep
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
1807 to 1882
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Ah, with what subtile meaning did the Greek
With too much toil, with too much care distraught,
I breathe again uninterrupted breath!
Lull me to sleep, ye winds, whose fitful sound
Seems from some faint Aeolian harp-string caught;
The hundred wakeful eyes of Argus bound;
For I am weary, and am overwrought
Call thee the lesser mystery at the feast
Lay thy soft hand upon my brow and cheek,
And with the iron crown of anguish crowned.
As Hermes with his lyre in sleep profound
Whereof the greater mystery is death!
Seal up the hundred wakeful eyes of thought
O peaceful Sleep! until from pain released