Sonnet 27

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Sonnet 27

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Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed The dear repose for limbs with travail 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

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Writers
  • William Shakespeare