Shakespeare's Sonnets: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed

Sonnet 27

Original Text

SHAKE-SPEARES SONNETS (London: G. Eld for T. T. and sold by William Aspley, 1609): c2v.

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.

9] Save] Except. Back to Line

12] beaut'ous] beauteous Q. Back to Line

Publication Start Year

1609

RPO poem Editors

Ian Lancashire

RPO Edition

2008

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