All night the cocks crew, under a moon like day,
And I, in the cage of sleep, on a stranger's breast,
Shed tears, like a task not to be put away—-In the false light, false grief in my happy bed,
A labor of tears, set against joy's undoing.
I would not wake at your word,
I had tears to say.
I clung to the bars of the dream and they were said,
And pain's derisive hand had given me
From the night giving off flames, and the dark renewing.
