Tired of day’s work, falling on my cozy bed,

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Tired of day’s work, falling on my cozy bed,
My limbs want rest but strong soul not tired,
Sleeping on the bed starts a journey in my head,
Mind flight moves when my tied body expired,
Then my eyes search for you, what are you doing?
In gloom on the beech leaving dark night on you
Shrinking your face figures and cheeks are wooing,
Now ask your heart O Lady you to me false or true,
My soul eyes shine in darkness, or in a dark view,
Watching everything clearly with my soul flight,
That converts my old grief into all grief, all new,
Teases me more in darkness breast opening sight,

By day I think you, O Lady by night I weep
In your grief I lay on the bed, my eyes sleep