All night the cocks crew, under a moon like day, <br />And I, in the cage of sleep, on a stranger's breast, <br />Shed tears, like a task not to be put away--- <br />In the false light, false grief in my happy bed, <br />A labor of tears, set against joy's undoing. <br />I would not wake at your word, I had tears to say. <br />I clung to the bars of the dream and they were said, <br />And pain's derisive hand had given me rest <br />From the night giving off flames, and the dark renewing.<br /><br />Louise Bogan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tears-in-sleep/
