A SONG

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,