The Four A.M’s

The Four A.M’s have won again and roused me from my sleep
They woke me asunder, from gentle slumber,
their trick worn tired and cheap!
Oh why do you come small, even hour to pry my lashes wide?
Then sneak through my lock, or hide under my clock
till morning turns evening’s tide.
Go away A.M’s leave me alone!
May I be caressed by rest divine
To sleep through the night, in peaceful delight
Unbound by constraints of time.

 

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