My love would also have me at night
With her in dream than out of sight.
Much as I love her, methinks
It is not right that man must be so married
To dreams as well.
I thought would drive me nuts:
But that night my spouse so far gone
In sleep, and I in misery.
Much as she loves me
It is not right a woman must be so married
To insomnia as well.
Thus I took off alone
Into an insomniacal night:
For three hours my wife was thus free
She didn’t know her own bliss.
Ah just as well.