Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted/Sonnet 27
For other versions of this work, see Sonnet 27 (Shakespeare).
27Weary with toyle, I hast me to my bed,The deare repose for lims with trauaill tired,But then begins a iourny in my headTo worke my mind, when boddies work's expired.For then my thoughts (from far where I abide)Intend a zelous pilgrimage to thee,And keepe my drooping eye-lids open wide,Looking on darknes which the blind doe see.Saue that my soules imaginary sightPresents their shaddoe to my sightles view,Which like a iewell (hunge in gastly night)Makes blacke night beautious, and her old face new.Loe thus by day my lims, by night my mind,For thee, and for my selfe, noe quiet finde.