Sleep brings no joy to me

Sleep brings no joy to me,

Remembrance never dies;

My soul is given to misery,

And lives in sighs.

Sleep brings no rest to me;

The shadows of the dead,

My wakening eyes may never see,

Surround my bed.

Sleep brings no hope to me;

In soundest sleep they come,

And with their doleful imagery

Deepen the gloom.

Sleep brings no strength to me,

No power renewed to brave:

I only sail a wilder sea,

A darker wave.

Sleep brings no friend to me

To soothe and aid to bear;

They all gaze on - how scornfully!

And I despair.