Oh sink upon a tongue of fire

in nature’s early morning lyre
swept up the felling brook in fine
kept monument of your and mine

But with all sense there’s doubt
in kind, and sense is senseless when
not blind, the courage taken out
when needed to be hen or wren

O sleep back into slinky earth
as more is hoped for, nothing taken
and sleeplessness comes back as dearth

Dear one come up to take awaken
and cheat tomorrow of tomorrow’s death
and stay and stay, but not mistaken