Friday, April 13, 2007

In good company on a sleepless night

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:
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.

~Sonnet XXVII, William Shakespeare

Shakespeare, sonnets, poetry, literature


Blogger Lisa :-] said...

Shakespeare just blows me away. To think this stuff was written so many centuries ago.

Sorry you couldn't sleep... :P

April 13, 2007 9:56 AM  
Blogger Nelle said...

Thanks for sharing this. Some things are so beautiful and when we first read them we swear we will never forget them...but we do. Sometimes we need others to remind us of the beauty once more.

April 13, 2007 2:52 PM  

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