William Shakespeare (ca. 1564-1616)
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
Sonnet 27
1Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
2The dear repose for limbs with travail tired,
3But then begins a journey in my head
4To work my mind, when body's work's expired.
5For then my thoughts (from far where I abide)
6Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee
7And keep my drooping eye-lids open wide,
8Looking on darkness which the blind do see,
9Save that my soul's imaginary sight
10Presents their shadow to my sightless view,
11Which like a jewel (hung in ghastly night)
12Makes black night beaut'ous, and her old face new.
13 Lo thus by day my limbs, by night my mind,
14 For thee, and for my self, no quiet find.
Notes
9] Save] Except.
12] beaut'ous] beauteous Q.
Online text copyright © 2012, Ian Lancashire (the Department of English) and the University of Toronto.
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Original text: SHAKE-SPEARES SONNETS (London: G. Eld for T. T. and sold by William Aspley, 1609): c2v.
First publication date:
1609
RPO poem editor: Ian Lancashire
RP edition: 2008
Recent editing: 1:2008/8/22
Form: sonnet
Rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg
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