"the evening brings all things but sleep"

That is a line from a poem that I wrote 3 or 4 years ago. The rest of the poem is really ridiculous. Seriously, I kept using the word "thou". I have no idea what compelled me to do that, but I am pretty proud of the last line, "the evening brings all things but sleep." I should revisit it, you know, only this time making a whole poem that I can feel proud of, not just a line.