(sonnet # CCCCXCIV)
This rising up before day shows its face,
While night enshrouds with darkness' cloak, sleep's lures
By heavy velvet drowsiness few cures
Admitting to shake slumber's chains a space,
Is needful, but of course, requires some grace,
Or more a forcing 'gainst those overtures
Whose sweet persuasions laziness endures
But feebly, and's will's fight t'embrace.
That said, distasteful to man's worser side,
It often seems more lofty then to seize
The chance t'arise above, to conquer, stride
Quite early off to meet the strife, lest ease
Thus weaken will and make loss but preside
When all is done. And yet, I love dream's keys.
26Jan12
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