Delia: Sonnet 49

CAre-charmer Sleepe, sonne of the sable Night,
Brother to death, in silent darknes borne:
Relieue my languish, and restore the light,
With darke forgetting of my cares returne.
And let the day be time enough to mourne,
The shipwrack of my ill aduentred youth:
Let waking eyes suffise to waile their scorne,
Without the torment of the nights vntruth.
Cease dreames, th'imaginary of our day desires,
To modell forth the passions of the morrow,
Neuer let rysing Sunne approue you lyers,
To adde more griefe to agrauate my sorrow.
Still let mee sleepe, imbracing clowdes in vaine,
And neuer wake to seele the dayes disdaine.