Betwixt mine eye and heart a league
is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the
other:
When that mine eye is famish'd for a
look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth
smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth
feast
And to the painted banquet bids my
heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's
guest
And in his thoughts of love doth share a
part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself away art resent still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts
canst move,
And I am still with them and they with
thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my
sight
Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's
delight.
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