Classic Poem

When last I saw thee, I did nott thee see,
Itt was thine Image, which in my thoughts lay
Soe lively figur'd, as noe times delay
Could suffer mee in hart to parted bee;

And sleepe soe favorable is to mee,
As nott to lett thy lov'd remembrance stray,
Least that I waking might have cause to say
Ther was one minute found to forgett thee;

Then since my faith is such, soe kind my sleepe
That gladly thee presents into my thought:
And still true lover like thy face doth keepe
Soe as some pleasure shadowe-like is wrought.

Pitty my loving, nay of consience give
Reward to mee in whom thy self doth live.