Classic Poem

Do not go, my love,
without asking my leave.
I have watched all night,
and now my eyes are heavy with sleep.
I fear lest I lost you when I'm sleeping.
Do not go, my love,
without asking my leave.

I start up and stretch my hands to touch you.
I ask my self, " Is it a dream? "
Could I but entangle your feet with my heart and hold them fast to my breast!
Do not go, my love, without asking my leave.