I made a truce last night with Sorrow, <br />The queen of tears, the foe of sleep, <br />To keep her tents until the morrow, <br />Nor send such dreams to make me weep. <br /> <br />Before the lusty day was springing, <br />Before the tired moon was set, <br />I dreamed I heard my dead love singing, <br />And when I woke my eyes were wet.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sorrow-s-treachery/
