{"id":824,"date":"2011-01-19T03:19:32","date_gmt":"2011-01-19T03:19:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=824"},"modified":"2017-07-11T21:30:39","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T21:30:39","slug":"the-sleeper-by-edgar-allan-poe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/the-sleeper-by-edgar-allan-poe\/","title":{"rendered":"The Sleeper by Edgar Allan Poe"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

The Sleeper<\/h1>\n

by Edgar Allan Poe<\/p>\n

At midnight, in the month of June,
\nI stand beneath the mystic moon.
\nAn opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
\nExhales from out her golden rim,
\nAnd softly dripping, drop by drop,
\nUpon the quiet mountain top,
\nSteals drowsily and musically
\nInto the universal valley.
\nThe rosemary nods upon the grave;
\nThe lily lolls upon the wave;
\nWrapping the fog about its breast,
\nThe ruin moulders into rest;
\nLooking like Lethe, see! the lake
\nA conscious slumber seems to take,
\nAnd would not, for the world, awake.
\nAll Beauty sleeps!\u2014and lo! where lies
\nIrene, with her Destinies!<\/p>\n

Oh, lady bright! can it be right\u2014
\nThis window open to the night?
\nThe wanton airs, from the tree-top,
\nLaughingly through the lattice drop\u2014
\nThe bodiless airs, a wizard rout,
\nFlit through thy chamber in and out,
\nAnd wave the curtain canopy
\nSo fitfully\u2014so fearfully\u2014
\nAbove the closed and fring\u00e9d lid
\n\u2019Neath which thy slumb\u2019ring soul lies hid,
\nThat, o\u2019er the floor and down the wall,
\nLike ghosts the shadows rise and fall!
\nOh, lady dear, hast thou no fear?
\nWhy and what art thou dreaming here?
\nSure thou art come o\u2019er far-off seas,
\nA wonder to these garden trees!
\nStrange is thy pallor! strange thy dress!
\nStrange, above all, thy length of tress,
\nAnd this all solemn silentness!<\/p>\n

The lady sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,
\nWhich is enduring, so be deep!
\nHeaven have her in its sacred keep!
\nThis chamber changed for one more holy,
\nThis bed for one more melancholy,
\nI pray to God that she may lie
\nForever with unopened eye,
\nWhile the pale sheeted ghosts go by!<\/p>\n

My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,
\nAs it is lasting, so be deep!
\nSoft may the worms about her creep!
\nFar in the forest, dim and old,
\nFor her may some tall vault unfold\u2014
\nSome vault that oft hath flung its black
\nAnd wing\u00e9d pannels fluttering back,
\nTriumphant, o\u2019er the crested palls
\nOf her grand family funerals\u2014<\/p>\n

Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
\nAgainst whose portals she hath thrown,
\nIn childhood, many an idle stone\u2014
\nSome tomb from out whose sounding door
\nShe ne\u2019er shall force an echo more,
\nThrilling to think, poor child of sin!
\nIt was the dead who groaned within.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The Sleeper by Edgar Allan Poe At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from out her golden rim, And softly dripping, drop by drop, Upon the quiet mountain top, Steals drowsily and musically Into the universal valley. The rosemary nods upon the grave;…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,20,319],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-824","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1800s","category-edgar-allen","category-moon-poem"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/824","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=824"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/824\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=824"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=824"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=824"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}