Classic Poem

Come gentle sleepe (sweet sleepe) my welcome Frend,
Come comfort me with shadow of my Love,
And her, in vision quickly to me send,
For whom these griefes and bitter pangs I prove.
Black Night be thou far darker then thou art,
Thy chiefest Beautie is to be most darke.

By thee my peace and pleasure doth arise,
Whilst I through thy deceit (yet liking me)
Doe seeme to joy with her in lovely wise,
Although from hence (God knowes) far off she be.
Such is the pleasure that herein I take,
As more I could not joy, were I awake.

Thou shewst to me the trammels of her Haire,
Clept SCALA COELI, locks of pure Delight:
Her snowy Neck, the cause of my sweete Care;
Her eyes like Saphires sparkling in the night:
With other sights, unseemly to be knowne:
Al these sweet sleep, through thee to me are showne.

Only in this (my thinks) th'art too unkinde,
That when thou partst from me, all joy doth part:
Nor any such thing left with me I finde,
Which then afresh renewes mine inward smart
Then since her selfe (I waking) cannot have,
Sleeping let me her shadow of thee crave.