Sleep not yet

Sleep not yet, my endless sorrow -
My mind lies bitter and cold.
Prolong thy sweet burning yet awhile
For I am not yet old.

Say, what good youth may be
When youth cannot be free?
My kindled soul inflames my husk
But chills the heart in me.

Take all thy merriment yonder now
And leave me here in pain;
Gently numb my senses til'
None but memories remain.

Yours sincerely
Jude