, by William Shakespeare
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.
, 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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