Dost thou me hate? Speak but so!/ Your sweet speech shall mine ears coax/ into a sweet slumber./Better to sleep than else in this plight./ At least as a thrum of thy love, I shall cling to thee./ (Love Poem) by Henry House
I know that he is saying, "Hey, speak to me, if you don't hate me! When I hear your voice, I can sleep, which is better to me now because of this loveless predicament caused by you."
But this "a thrum of thy love" is hard to understand.