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Robert Laurence Binyon - Testamentum Amoris
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I cannot raise my eyelids up from sleep,
 But I am visited with thoughts of you;
 Slumber has no refreshment half so deep
 As the sweet morn, that wakes my heart anew.

 I cannot put away life`s trivial care,
 But you straightway steal on me with delight;
 My purest moments are your mirror fair;
 My deepest thought finds you the truth most bright.

 You are the lovely regent of my mind,
 The constant sky to my unresting sea;
 Yet, since `tis you that rule me, I but find
 A finer freedom in such tyranny.

 Were the world`s anxious kingdoms governed so,
 Lost were their wrongs, and vanished half their woe.
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