back! back ye effusive hounds
for the clock chimes thrice of bed
alarm of rest doth demand bounds
tis time to rest my weary head
yonder pillow doth bequeath
a merry tale of dreams unknown
mind of mettle i find beneath
happenings of day hence i sown
forever in thine thoughts of gold
beauty rests for morning light
in thine eyes i not look so old
but without it, hither i might