William Drummond - Poems: The First Part XLVII lyrics

O night, clear night, O dark and gloomy day! O woful waking! O soul-pleasing sleep! O sweet conceits which in my brains did creep, Yet sour conceits which went so soon away! A sleep I had more than poor words can say, For, clos'd in arms, methought, I did thee keep; A sorry wretch plung'd in misfortunes deep Am I not, wak'd, when light doth lies bewray? O that that night had ever still been black! O that that day had never yet begun! And you, mine eyes, would ye no time saw sun, To have your sun in such a zodiac! Lo! what is good of life is but a dream, When sorrow is a never-ebbing stream.