As virtuous nights pass mildly away
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And whisper to the torpid, “go,”
Whilst deep in sleep, they'd wish to stay,
Some might say “fine,” though I say “no.”
So let the dreadful buzzing noise,
Continue as I shall not move,
But to hit 'snooze' as it annoys,
And lay upon these sheets with love.
We toss and turn and summon fears,
(We reckon what we did, or meant,)
They pierce the mind, barbaric spears,
Yet as we sleep, we're innocent.
Sub-solar morning lovers love
Their coffee, and they won't admit
The pain it caused them to remove
Their covers, they lamented it.
But we, by night, so much refined,
Know just what slumber's beauty is.
Ah! Restoration of the mind,
That would I wake now, sooth, I'd miss.
I shall not wake 'fore noon and one,
And likely I'll be sleeping yet,
My eyes won't breach an expansion;
Of this sweet rest that can't be beat.
If it is two, it is two, so,
Perhaps I can be roused at two.
Now to the world my face I'll show,
My nine hours nap will have to do.
So, finally, up in bed I'll sit,
I guess I have to work and roam.
I hearken not the lark for it
No longer trespasses my home
So wake in morning if you must,
And through the rat race run and run.
Go have your fun at will, but just
Don't wake me till the day's begun!