Classic Poem

37

Deare, why should you command me to my Rest,
When now the Night doth summon all to sleepe?
Me thinkes this Time becommeth Lovers best;
Night was ordayn'd, together Friends to keepe:
How happy are all other living Things,
Which though the Day dis-joyne by sev'rall flight,
The quiet Ev'ning yet together brings,
And each returnes unto his Love at Night?
O, Thou that art so courteous else to all!
Why should'st thou, Night, abuse me onely thus,
That ev'ry Creature to his kind do'st call,
And yet 'tis thou do'st onely sever us?
 Well could I wish, it would be ever Day,
 If when Night comes, you bid me goe away.