When most
I wink then do mine eyes best see,
For all
the 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 shadows doth make 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) mine 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 do show thee me
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