THE SYPRES CURTEN OF NIGHT IS SPREAD

by THOMAS CAMPION 1567–1620 IG Agent 270

updated 2004, I.G.

The cypress curtain of night is spread

& over all a silent dew is cast

the weaker cares by sleep lie conquered;

but I alone, with hideous grief aghast

in spite of Morpheuz’s charms a watch must keep

over mine eyes, to banish careless sleep.

Yet often trembling eyes thru faintness close,

& then the map of hell before me stands,

which ghosts do see, & I am one of those

ordained to pine in sorrow’s endless bands,

since from my wretched soul all hope is reft

& now no cause of life to me is left.

Grief, seize my soul, for that will still endure

when my crazed body is consumed & gone

Beare it to your Black Den, there keep it sure

where you ten thousand souls do tear upon:

yet none of them afford such food to feast

as this poor one, of myself the least.

The preceding poem was originally written by Thomas Campion, IG Agent 270, with some focus on modernization applied to it by Agent 18 when in school. As such it has some historical interest.

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