Classic Poem

No wonder sleep from careful lovers flies,
To bathe himself in Sacharissa's eyes.
As fair Astraea once from earth to heaven,
By strife and loud impiety was driven;
So with our plaints offended, and our tears,
Wise Somnus to that paradise repairs;
Waits on her will, and wretches does forsake,
To court the nymph for whom those wretches wake.
More proud than Phaebus of his throne of gold
Is the soft god those softer limbs to hold;
Nor would exchange with Jove to hide the skies
In darkening clouds, the power to close her eyes;
Eyes which so far all other lights control,
They warm our mortal parts, but these our soul!
Let her free spirit, whose unconquered breast
Holds such deep quiet and untroubled rest,
Know that though, Venus and her son should spare
Her rebel heart, and never teach her care,
Yet Hymen may enforce her vigils keep,
And for another's joy suspend her sleep.