Oh Sleep that doth elude me,
Whither shall I go?
I find no respite upon my pillow,
Why, I cannot know.
Could it be, perhaps because,
Common language I’ve forsaken,
Choosing rather to use bygone terms,
Such as hereunto, thither and awaken.
Or maybe this is all a dream,
A vision of stranger times,
When people could not speak or sleep,
Unless they did so in rhyme.