Why must you lie with your legs ungainly huddled
And one arm bent across your sullen, cold, exhausted face?
It hurts my heart to watch you,
Deep shadowed in the candle's guttering gold.
And you wonder why I shake you by the shoulder
Drowsy you mumble and sigh and turn your head.
You are too young to fall asleep forever
And when you sleep you remind me of the dead.