Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born; Relive my languish, and restore the light.
Samuel DanielRead
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born, Relieve my languish and restore the light; With dark forgetting of my care return. And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill adventured youth: Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn Without the torment of the night's untruth.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote speaks to the desire for respite from suffering and the hope for a brighter future after difficult experiences.
In this poignant reflection, the speaker implores Sleep, personified as a comforting entity, to come and alleviate their pain and longing. The lines suggest a wish to forget past troubles and sorrows associated with youth and to find solace in rest, while expressing that the daylight should be ample time to grieve and reflect on lost opportunities without the added burden of nighttime worries.
Themes
SleepDarknessYouthSorrowLightRestReflection
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a speech about resilience and the importance of reflecting on one's past.
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