A Song

Oh night and sleep,

Ye are so soft and deep,

I am so weary, come ye soon to me.

Oh hours that creep,

With so much time to weep,

I am so tired, can ye no swifter be?

Come, night, anear;

I'll whisper in thine ear

What makes me so unhappy, full of care;

Dear night, I die

For love that all men buy

With tears, and know not it is dark despair.

Dear night, I pray,

How is it that men say

That love is sweet? It is not sweet to me.

For one boy's sake

A poor girl's heart must break;

So sweet, so true, and yet it could not be!

Oh, I loved well,

Such love as none can tell:

It was so true, it could not make him know:

For he was blind,

All light and all unkind:

Oh, had he known, would he have hurt me so?

Oh night and sleep,

Ye are so soft and deep,

I am so weary, come ye soon to me.

Oh hours that creep,

With so much time to weep,

I am so tired, can ye no swifter be?