Let your imagination conjure up

Sonet on Love

 

When most I wink, then do my eyes best see,

For all day they view things unrespected;

But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,

And darkly bright are bright in dark directed.

 

Then thou, whose shadow’s shadow make doth bright,

How would thy shadow’s form form happy show

To the clear day with thy much clearer light,

When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!

 

How would, I say, my eyes be blessed made

By looking on thee in the living day,

When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade

Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!

 

All days are nights to see till I see thee,

And nights bright days when dreams show thee me.

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