To Sleep Perchance to Dream
I come upon her, sleeping be, Immersed in dreams of revelry
I come upon her, sleeping be,Immersed in dreams of revelry Her limbs are still, her eyelids twitch She might be beggar, queen, or witch I look high—look low—all around Her raiment’s nowhere to be found I did not seek to find her thus My blessings, are they fate or luck? Her breasts they rise as breaths she breathes Her form’s as pretty as you please Of all her gifts I would partake Yet she’s too precious, for to wake