Full text
Sonnet 27
Project Gutenberg eBook #1041, Shakespeare's Sonnets
Source
Source: Project Gutenberg eBook #1041, Shakespeare's Sonnets Source URL: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/1041 Public domain basis: Complete text of the 154 sonnets. Public domain. Coverage: Complete individual poem extracted from parent edition shakespeares-sonnets at bytes 16634-17242; checksum 1eb1c4fdbf9e8ac59a32eee780b89bf3163c6efccddc898e77fede1b062d752c.
# Sonnet 27
Sonnet 27
XXVII
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear respose for limbs with travel tir’d; 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.