Vigil

[Catamite]

I have not unchecked strength for sorrow,
despite a yearn for days which run long with
unceasing light; as sleep upon me always falls,
and I sail about dream's ebb, in forced repsite.
I hope that my leave be soon and the journey swift
that I may have quick return to her pictured face
and that I may wake to the morn well-rested,
smoothed by a cool wind which sighs and lifts
thorughout home lost of homely sound;
to return to that which I would not desert-
but for much-wanting, alas so arid sleep,
for which I have so little care; as I must in penance weep.