| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | V. A Sleepless Night | | By John Watson Dalby |
| | | TWELVE—but Macaulay had but now been closed; | |
| Sleep could not quickly follow page so fine; | |
| One—and strange figures filled my wakeful eye; | |
| Two—and the lightning finds those eyes unclosed; | |
| Three—and for no brief instant had I dozed; | 5 |
| Four—and slow morn did on the casement shine, | |
| But where my strength for challenge so divine? | |
| Five—still for slumber wholly indisposed | |
| I on my restless pillow turn and twist, | |
| Reaching a hopeful weariness by six; | 10 |
| And then all sense of outer objects missed, | |
| I with the Cavaliers and Roundheads mix | |
| Awhile, to rise an irate rogue, perplexed, | |
| Vexing the house because myself am vexed. | | | | |
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