Sonnet XXIX: Why dy'd I not when as I

Why dy'd I not when as I last did sleepe?
(O sleepe too short that shadowed foorth my deare)
Heavens heare my prayers, nor thus me waking keepe:
For this were heaven, if thus I sleeping weare.
For in that darke there shone a Princely light:
Two milke-white hilles, both full of Nectar sweete:
Her Ebon thighes, the wonder of my sight,
Where all my senses with their objectes meete:
I passe those sportes, in secret that are best,
Wherein my thoughtes did seeme alive to be;
We both did strive, and wearie both did rest:
I kist her still, and still she kissed me.
Heavens let me sleepe, and shewes my senses feede:
Or let me wake, and happie be indeede.