Let me sleep

Oh weak, oh sleepy morn
Why doth thy wake me
From thy humble slumber?
Doth thou wish to rouse me
From my drousy humor
That the has cause to dream of often?
No, I shall not wake
For in my weary mind
Such a dream has it been to punish me
I wish only to dream again
If thy shall let me fall to conclude
That in all emptiness, light is just
Pure, indescribably lust we long for
But darkness is quick
To close but a single lid and
Drowse into solemness