SONNET #27
by: William Shakespeare
(1564-1616)
- EARY with
toil, I haste to my bed,
- The dear repose for limbs with travel tired,
- But then begins a journey in my head
- To work my mind when body's work's expired;
- For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,
- Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
- And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
- Looking on darkness which the blind do see;
- Save that my soul's imaginary sight
- Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
- Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
- Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
- Lo, thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
- For thee and for myself no quiet find.
"Sonnet #27" was originally
published in Shake-speares Sonnets: Never before Imprinted
(1609). |
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