Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born; Relive my languish, and restore the light.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the desire for rest and rejuvenation amidst suffering and darkness.
In this quote, Samuel Daniel personifies Sleep as a comforting entity that emerges from the darkness of night, symbolizing a reprieve from earthly struggles. The speaker pleads for Sleep to alleviate their suffering and bring back the light of hope, highlighting the profound connection between rest, healing, and the human experience of despair.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about mental health and the importance of rest.
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.
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