This night while sleep begins with heavy wings <br />To hatch mine eyes, and that unbitted thought <br />Doth fall to stray, and my chief powers are brought <br />To leave the scepter of all subject things, <br /> <br />The first that straight my fancy's error brings <br />Unto my mind, is Stella's image, wrought <br />By Love's own self, but with so curious draught, <br />That she, methinks, not only shines but sings. <br /> <br />I start, look, hark, but what in clos'd-up sense <br />Was held, in open'd sense it flies away, <br />Leaving me nought but wailing eloquence: <br /> <br />I, seeing betters sights in sight's decay, <br />Call'd it anew, and wooed sleep again: <br />But him her host that unkind guest had slain.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-38-this-night-while-sleep-begins/
