Or scorn or pity on me take,
I must the true relation make,
I am undone tonight;
Love, in a subtle dream disguised,
Hath both my heart and me surprised,
Whom never yet he durst attempt awake;
Nor will he tell me for whose sake
He did me the delight,
Or spite,
But leaves me to enquire
In all my wild desire,
Of sleep again, who was his aid;
And sleep so guilty and afraid
As since he dares not come within my sight.