XIV: A Time for Every Purpose

That cursèd blight, that sleeplessness is here

which ever strikes when rest is at its need.

Would that my mind could tie up at the pier,

and let go of its all-attending greed!

And elsewhere when I'm needed in the day,

my mind can only fathom blissful dark.

Would that all times would always have their say

and every wish find every hour's mark!

'tis said that eve…