Come Heavy Sleep

Come heavy sleepe the image of true death And close up these my weary weeping eyes Whose spring of tears doth stop my vitall breath And tears my hart with sorrows sigh swoln cries Come and posses my tired thoughts worn soul That living dies, that living dies, that living dies Till thou on me be stoule Come and posses my tired thoughts worn soul That living dies, that living dies, that living dies Till thou on me be stoule Come shape of rest and shadow of my end Allied to death child to his blackfac'd, his blackfac'd night Come thou and charme these rebels in my breast Whose waking fancies doe my mind affright O come sweet sleepe come or I die for ever Come ere my last, comes come ere my last sleepe comes Or come, or come never --- Come Heavy Sleep - Sting