Weary with toil, I haste me 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
Thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find
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
Thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find
Joseph T. Stanley - sonnet 27 Lyrics
Joseph T. Stanley - sonnet 27 Lyrics
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Weary with toil, I haste me 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
Thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find
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
Thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find
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
Thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find
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
Thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find
Writer: William Shakespeare
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