All night the cocks crew， under a moon like day，
And I， in the cage of sleep， on a stranger's breast，
Shed tears， like a task not to be put away——
In the false light， false grief in my happy bed，
A labor of tears， set against joy's undoing.
I would not wake at your word， I had tears to say.
I clung to the bars of the dream and they were said，
And pain's derisive hand had given me rest
From the night giving off flames， and the dark renewing