Classic Poem

How comes it, Sleep, that thou
Even kisses me affords
Of her, deare her, so far who's absent now?
How did I heare those words,
Which rocks might move, and move the pines to bow?
Aye me, before halfe day
Why didst thou steale away?
Returne, I thine for ever will remaine,
If thou wilt bring with thee that guest againe.