Go thou that vainly do'st mine eyes invite <br />To taste the softer comforts of the night, <br />And bid'st me cool the feaver of my brain, <br />In those sweet balmy dewes which slumber pain; <br />Enjoy thine own peace in untroubled sleep, <br />Whil'st my sad thoughts eternal vigils keep. <br />O could'st thou for a time change breasts with me, <br />Thou in that broken Glass shouldst plainly see, <br />A heart which wastes in the slow smothring fire <br />Blown by despair, and fed by false desire, <br />Can onely reap such sleeps as Sea-men have, <br />When fierce winds rock them on the foaming wave.<br /><br />Henry King<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-go-thou-that-vainly-do-st-mine-eyes-invite/
