The Cypress Curtain of the Night

The cypress curtain of the night is spread
And over all a silent dew is cast
The weaker cares by sleep are conquered
But I alone with hideous grief aghast
In spite of Morpheus' charms a watch do keep
Over mine eyes to banish careless sleep

Yet oft my trembling eyes through faintness close
And then the map of hell before me stands
Which ghosts do see, and I am one of those
Ordain'd to pine in sorrows endless bands
Since from my wretched soul all hopes are reft
And now no cause of life to me is left

Grief, seize my soul, for that will still endure
When my craz'd body is consum'd and gone
Bear it to thy black den, there keep it sure
Where thou ten-thousand souls dost tire upon
Yet all do not afford such food to thee
As this poor one, the worser part of me