Author William Jay Smith Sleep's very dear to me, but being stone's Far more, so long as evil persevere. It's my good fortune not to see nor hear: Do not wake me; speak in the softest tones. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments