I added a couple stanzas to one of my favorite away messages.... this is the result.
My Slumber Cottage
As night doth lay I toss each way
like fired logs restless burn
Yet this or that, up or down,
I face a wall each turn
At morn a few, at noon a crowd
at even only me
But through it all there could be none,
'tis what my heart doth see
At bitter last, sleep comes like smoke,
to drift from hearth and stone
You aren't there-- my heart, tis void--
in dreams I dream alone.