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On this day: June 3rd
Random Poem of the Day
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,
10Presents their shadow to my sightless view,
11Which like a jewel (hung in ghastly night)
13 Lo thus by day my limbs, by night my mind,
14 For thee, and for my self, no quiet find.