Sonnet No. Nine Louise Labe Poem by Tom Billsborough

It is quite early when I am ready to retire
To my soft bed for much desired sleep
And my sad spirit out of me may creep
Forthwith to you it goes in sweet surrender.

It is my view that in my tender breast
I feel so good, where I have breathed so well
Where now the pleasant dreams may swell,
Where once I was by many sobs undressed.

Oh, gentle sleep, Oh night, my happy part!
Pleasant rest, so full of tranquillity
May my dreams continue through all nights: