The Hound of Sleep

I see thee yet, mine eyes on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Thus to mine eyes, o'er th'one half world 'pon the sacred curtained sleep, Seek thou sure and firm, set stepp'd earth nigh summon thee to Heaven, for 'twas echoed knell, Thy very soul hath prate of thy whereabouts, hear it not, 'tis seeming rest, Was't the bludgeoned torrent that hath 'straught and tarnish the flesh in faith? Is't the the awakened howl that hath thus cried? Thou shan't look on't again, thou'st darest do nought. Thou'st which poor malice hath hail th'merry well half hounded soul, 'Tis the keys locked 'pon thy versities, for 'twas once the pungent ghoul, Cribb'd, confin'd, is't the glowered blood that hath b'come blanched by thy wall, Hath slept'n stitch, thy valiance hath drunk'n thy blood 'gainst the wear, Thou wouldst cut deep, for 'tis o'th'world th'hellhound e'er so sharp'n sleepless squalor, Here hath thee lay, 'tis'n tow for th'clamoured "love-long livelong night" to close, Thou see so speak, so th'lamentings heard i'th'air, hath clench the hand e'er so badged'n blood, 'Tis the trill of th'obscure bird, Ho! Do pall th'horror, the wine of life is drawn, sun dreamt'n covered in gall, 'Twas a bath bathed within thy tears, so slept'n the affliction, hath bellowed deathless fears, Thou hushed had it now seen, so scarf upon the eye'n tender brow, hath drench'd th'sun crowned crow, So lay th'drought o'thy blood, 'Til thy conjured mirth of blade, shalt milk th'bile of human mind, See to none o'th'blessings, For whoe'er so high shall fall, so fall, e'er once more. So, adieu! Adieu! 'Til hither shall callst thy night'n th'gallows, 'Tis a hush, none spoke nor howl, "Thus thou shall sleep no more." Thy hath seen, so spoke, "Thus thou shall sleep no more."