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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