Classic Poem

Go thou, that vainly dost mine eyes invite
To taste the softer comforts of the night,
And bid'st me cool the fever of my brain
In those sweet balmy dews which slumber pain;
Enjoy thine own peace in untroubled sleep,
Whilst my sad thoughts eternal vigils keep.

Oh, couldst thou for a time change breasts with me,
Thou in that broken glass shouldst plainly see
A heart, which wastes in the slow smothering fire
Blown by despair and fed by false desire,
Can only reap such sleeps as seamen have
When fierce winds rock them on the foaming wave.

Go thou, that vainly dost mine eyes invite
To taste the softer comforts of the night,
And bid'st me cool the fever of my brain
In those sweet balmy dews which slumber pain;
Enjoy thine own peace in untroubled sleep,
Whilst my sad thoughts eternal vigils keep.

Oh, couldst thou for a time change breasts with me,
Thou in that broken glass shouldst plainly see
A heart, which wastes in the slow smothering fire
Blown by despair and fed by false desire,
Can only reap such sleeps as seamen have
When fierce winds rock them on the foaming wave.