Sonnet of No Sleep 

To what avail is lying in blessed bed 

If by demon, sleep prevented I’m kept.

If dreams of placid hue displace to red.

In vain my eyes have wept wide and inept. 

Selene would need ten fair lavenders. 

 And make dance the moths upon tired eyes. 

The remedy of lute and lavender she prepares 

But sleep so faithless evades and flyes. 

Alas the morns rosy ray never failed; 

Blue hues come to  break the chains of this jail, 

Revealing the hue that night alone veiled. 

Aurora crowns with blue this nightly wail. 

She has come to take sleep that never was there;

Robbery of robberies; Awake I stare.