Why died I not whenas I last did sleep? <br />O sleep too short that shadowed forth my dear! <br />Heavens, hear my prayers, nor thus me waking keep! <br />For this were heaven, if thus I sleeping were. <br />For in that dark there shone a princely light; <br />Two milk-white hills, both full of nectar sweet, <br />Her ebon thighs, the wonder of my sight, <br />Where all my senses with their objects meet,-- <br />I pass these sports, in secret that are best, <br />Wherein my thoughts did seem alive to be; <br />We both did strive, and weary both did rest; <br />I kissed her still, and still she kissed me. <br />Heavens, let me sleep, and shows my senses feed <br />Or let me wake and happy be indeed!<br /><br />Giles Fletcher The Elder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/licia-sonnets-29/
