XLV <br /> Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, <br /> Brother to Death, in silent darkness born: <br /> Relieve my languish, and restore the light, <br /> With dark forgetting of my cares, return; <br /> And let the day be time enough to mourn <br /> The shipwreck of my ill-adventur'd youth: <br /> Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn, <br /> Without the torment of the night's untruth. <br /> Cease dreams, th' imagery of our day-desires, <br /> To model forth the passions of the morrow; <br /> Never let rising sun approve you liars, <br /> To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow. <br /> Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain; <br /> And never wake to feel the day's disdain.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/delia-xlv-care-charmer-sleep-son-of-the-sable-ni/
