Classic Poem

In stately Bed twixt sheetes more white then snow,
Where late my Pearle mine ALBA faire did lie,
I restlesse up and downe tosse to and fro,
Whilst trickling teares distill from blubbred eye
 Ah gentle sleepe do thou devise some Meane,
 For comfort mine, whilst I of her shall dreame.

You downy Pillowes, you which but of late,
Her daintie selfe did kindly entertaine,
(Once) of two loving Bodies charge do take,
By your soft yeelding, call her back againe:
 For she is gone, and Troynovant hath left,
 And being gone, my hart with her hath reft.

For both of us here's roume enough to see,
We both in rest with ease may here remaine,
And here two soules (united) one, shall bee,
Two bodies (joynd together) One, not twaine.
 But tis in vaine, for were she here I know,
 Though you agreede, agree she would not so.

Yet call her back, and pray to her for me,
For I am hoarse with praying over long;
Ah to no purpose tis to call, I see,
She cannot heare, she too too farre is gon.
 Yet will I still her praises haroldise,
 And mongst the beautious Saints her canonise.